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shyinadarkplace · 3 years

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Bucky are you still there?

Summary: When their Soul bond is broken, the reader unable to bear the pain tries to end it all. The only question is will Bucky make in time to save her? (Please be kind this is my very first time publishing a work)

Pairing: Bucky x reader. *I do not own Bucky Barnes or Sebastian Stan or any of his works*

Word count: 5k (I am sorry I might have gotten carried away)

Back ground info: This is an AU where there are Soulmates. If the connection between soul mates is somehow broken the mates have usually at max four years before everything gets unbearable. Also Tony is alive.

Prompt: Mountains/Forest and the song “Jealous” by Labyrinth. I also included another song “Dark side of me” by Coheed and Cambria. There is also an original poem by me in there. *I DO NOT GIVE PERMISSION TO USE ANY OF MY WORK AS A WHOLE OR IN PART, IN ANYWAY, ON ANY PLATFORM. *

Warnings: Proceed with caution. TRIGGER WARNING: There is mention of blood, extreme depression, suicidal thought and tendencies. That’s all I can think of, but please if you need help with any of the above mentioned things https://suicidepreventionlifeline.org/ 1-800-273-8255. Please please reach out.

Title: Bucky are you still there?

Outside a winter storm raged deep in the Taiga, and while you were warm physically inside you felt just like that storm. You felt like the swirling mass of ice and snow, like the -54° C that currently raged outside your home. The added fire that sat blazing in front of you did little to assuage the pain that wracked through your chest. The ring on your hand glinted in the firelight. A familiar wave of heartbreak began crashing through you, even after all this time. When the much too familiar tears fell, another layer of ice layered around your heart. You stared into the fire and let your mind wander where it would, allowing your grief take its course.

Memory of your first meeting:

There was a pull in deepest part of your being. A tingling in the back of your mind. He was close. You could feel him brush across your consciousness like a gentle rain, and you returned the gesture. The room seemed to full of people why did Stark tower feel so crowded today? All you could do was stand frozen where you were running up a metaphorical flag screaming here I am. Your eyes quested searching desperately for someone doing the same, for the one who turned your spark into a firestorm. Suddenly there he was. Your eyes met and suddenly it was like you were falling, but gently, into warm blue eyes, into dark strands of hair and stubbly jawline. In man and muscle. Falling into him. Your feet were moving before you even realized it. Standing face to face with him, you felt like your heart was going to beat out of your chest “Hello, I’m (y/n). I have been waiting for you.) Your voice barely above a whisper almost afraid that if you spoke to loud it would somehow be just a dream. “Hello doll, my name is James Buchanan Barnes. I am so glad you waited.” Thus began your world wind love affair with the Winter Soldier, Bucky, White Wolf. And it was perfect. You two were perfect for each other been through so many of the same things. It was like you had discovered the theory of everything right then and there.

“6 years ago. Can you believe it Benji. Just six years ago Earth was upside down as a planet, but personally I was in heaven. I had met my soul mate.” The big wolf hound/wolf mix just laid his big black head on your lap, offering the silent comfort he always did. “We were married for three years. It was like magic.” A fresh batch of tears ran down your face. It had been 3 excruciating years. 3 years of feeling utterly alone. You had heard what it was like when someone lost their soulmate, it was like they were a zombie. They lost some of their humanity. It was like when a clinically depressed person masked, they looked and sounded fine for the most part but something was just off. Most of the time when one lost their soul mate they died too, unable to carry on without them or unwilling too. So many times you had been tempted to walk out in weather like this and let the Taiga take you. So many times you sat staring into the flames and thought about ending it all. After all there were thousands of ways to die. It had been 6 years since what the world came to call the Endgame. Since something had snapped inside Bucky during that battle and he had vanished. The end of the third long and bitter year was coming up, a person can only take so much.

Memory: You were probably 100 yards away from him when it happened. You could feel something wrong with Bucky, you had to get to him and help him. You got distracted next thing you knew a long thick metal rod had you staked to the ground. You couldn’t move it was embedded too far in the ground behind you. So you fought on like that, on the ground taking blasters and weapons from anything you fought with as the Super serum running through your veins kept you alive, easing the bleeding. You kept fighting hoping somehow you would be able to get up to get to Bucky. Hot tears streamed down your face and a scream ripped savagely from your throat as suddenly the constant connection that you had with Bucky was gone. It was like it had never existed. All you could feel was an iron wall. Utterly impenetrable. You couldn’t tell if it was just the limit of your consciousness or if it was him somehow cutting you off. Or if the worst had happened. Then the world went black.

When Steve found you, you had passed out from blood loss. You were in a coma for a week due to the severity of the wound but you remembered your dreams and they were sweet.

In your dreams it was just after you and Bucky had gotten married. A week to the day actually. You had curled up beside him and asked you could read him something you wrote. He didn’t need to say anything. All of his attention focused on you. A blush crept up your neck as you read what you had written.

“You always looked like trouble but the very best kind.

Even before I knew what you looked like.

You looked like everything I wanted at 16.18.20.26.

You looked like whiskey and smoke before I even knew the taste.

You looked like a hot rod idling at a stop light.

You looked like my addiction before it developed. Like my favorite kind of pain.

I don’t know how but I always just knew, that your eyes where blue. Blue. Such a cool tone. The kind that reminds you glaciers or ice cubes against passion heated skin. Like Blue flames, that seemed to sear clothes off with a glance, and pool fire in my belly. And when you smiled I really knew you were trouble then. But the best kind. The kind I couldn’t live without. The kind that kept me breathing. When you smiled at me the first time, I was yours.

The first time with you…oh god it was like nothing before. I had spent so many hours over the years before I met you, day dreaming about my fingers in your hair, your hands blazing trails of fire against my skin. Your lips crushed against mine…

By the time you placed your hand against my cheek and started kissing me, it was like you had kissed me a thousand times before. By the time your hands caressed my skin in expectant reverence (a shock to my system) it was as though your hands had always known my skin.

When I touched your skin, I was in awe at the newness of the sensation and yet it was so familiar. As I felt like your hands had always known my skin, I felt I had always known yours.

That first time didn’t feel like the first time. It felt like we had been together since the beginning of time. I didn’t need to question anything, because we knew each other so intimately words were not needed.

No need for words because I knew where to kiss you, as if some instinct worked within me. Knew where to touch. Knew how to kiss you wherever my lips landed. Knew when to bite and when to soothe. I knew it because you had always been mine. I was made for you.

No need for words because you knew, knew when to be gentle, when to be firm, knew everything you needed to get me high. With you it was natural as breathing. You brought me back to life the way a smith does a cold forge. With you it was the first time but it felt as though we had been there a thousand, thousand times before.

When I first saw you it all became real, I had already spent years falling in love with the idea of being with you. In the ease and comfort and debauchery of your presence. Suddenly every dream I had ever had about my soul mate blazed into existence.

You looked like my addiction when it formed, like my favorite kind of pain. You looked like someone I had loved a thousand, thousand times. “

You two had been so tangled up in each other it was hard to tell where he ended and you began, the line between him and you blurred. You were in complete bliss. At least while you were sleeping.

Steve was there when you woke up. As soon as you saw him and not Bucky your heart began to fracture. It looked like he had been crying, like he had not been to slept. Everything inside you went cold. Your mind reached out for Bucky, for the comfort of your soulmate and touched…nothing it was like he was dead. But he couldn’t be right? Even though you felt like you were dead, with the only sign that you were alive being the beeping of the monitors in the room, he couldn’t be, right? But that is what it felt like because there was just…nothing like the connection had never been. You tried again and again to push past whatever was stopping you but it was no use because there was nothing for you to grab on to. “(y/n) you have to stop pushing against that wall. It won’t help.” Steve’s voice broke and he took your hands. “It won’t help, he’s gone and…and we don’t know where he is or if he is gonna come back. So you…you have to stop pushing and focus on you right now.” He wiped the tears from your face and gave his best smile, though it did little to ease the pain “You have to be stronger than ever. I know that I am asking a lot. But you’re his best girl and you gotta be ready to kick his ass when he comes back.” All you could muster was a small twitch at the side of your mouth. “If …I was his best girl…why’d he leave me Stevie?” you whispered so softly he could barely hear but damn if it didn’t break his heart.

Then it was dark again. This time there were no comforting dreams. Steve sat there by your bed and let his chest heave as he cried quitely. He cried for a lot of reasons. After a while he stood up, and left the room for the first time in days. He knew he would have to be there for you if you were gonna make it so it was time to get cleaned up and eat something, maybe try to catch some sleep. There was a long road ahead.

It was a whole day later when you woke up again. Steve was sitting in the window of your hospital room. “Hey Stevie… see anything good out there?” He jumped at the sound of your voice and grinned at you. “Hey there sweetheart, how are you feeling?” he said softly coming to sit next you once again. He took your hand and when he squeezed gently, you squeezed back. You closed your eyes and took a few deep breaths. “Honestly? I feel like my insides have been scrubbed with sandpaper. I feel raw and bloody…I feel the most incredible pain and yet completely numb. But…” You paused trying to steady the sick feeling in your gut. You looked directly in Steve’s soft blue eyes and they offered a little comfort in their familiarity. “But…” you continued “I know I need to get out of this hospital bed. I need to regain my strength and take care of myself, because I know he is out there. I have to find him Stevie. Now I need you to tell me everything.” Steve nodded a slight grin coming to his face “I knew there was a reason you were meant for that punk. I will tell you everything but how about you shower, get changed and we get you some food first huh?” You sighed, it bothered you to put off the inevitable but you knew you probably smelled like a trash truck and you were hungry. So you did what Steve asked and you two had lunch together. For a couple hours you both pretended like all was right in the world.

When Steve finally started talking it sounded more like a debriefing and less like his best friend was missing, honestly though it was almost easier that way. Thinking of it like another mission rather than losing your soulmate. “Well, to be honest I can’t tell you a whole lot. All I know is that Buck and I were maybe 10 feet apart. Everything was fine. Everything was fine until it wasn’t. I can’t say what happened, one second I looked over and he was fine. He was Bucky. The next he was Winter Soldat. Then Tony snapped and the fighting stopped, but I lost sight of him. I guess once there was no enemy he just took off. We do know that he stole a Wakandan air ship, but he must have damaged enough of the important components to make it untraceable. We don’t know where he is. I can guarantee though that he learned from last time, we won’t be able to find him if he doesn’t want to be found.”

You took a deep breath eyes closed. The urge to just give up right then and there was almost overwhelming. You knew there were ways to kill a super soldier. Hell you had come pretty close to it in the past. “Sweetheart, don’t go there. We both know it won’t it won’t work.” Steve’s voice yanked you sharply from the dark thoughts that crept into your mind. You sighed “Yeah, I guess you are right Stevie.” There was nothing either of you could do, except move on. Survive.

After that you and Steve were as close as could be. When you couldn’t sleep you it always seemed like Steve was up to. If you needed comfort he was there. You did everything together. Both of you knew it wasn’t really healthy but at the same time it helped with the healing. You went to therapy and got mental help. You stayed combat ready. You continued blowing minds working with Tony and Shuri on tech. You picked up new hobbies like gardening, and painting and drawing. You did everything you could to keep yourself somewhat distracted from the hollowness that ate at you.

You never cried in front of anyone but Steve, but everyone knew. Even if they couldn’t hear the crying they could hear the music that came from your room. No matter the tune no one knocked when the soft static of your record player was on. You were living in the past, trying to cope the best way you could dancing alone to songs that you and Bucky loved. Listening to your past and his with every pop of the speaker. Sometimes Steve would stand outside your room with his head pressed against the door and just listen. He’d sway along with the music because it brought back memories for him too. Eventually he would feel guilty because he wanted nothing more than to go in and take you in his arms. Kiss you. Comfort you. Part of him believed that Bucky really was gone. Part of him didn’t think he even had a soul mate and he was so fucking lonely. But he never did. If anyone ever noticed, they never said anything.

A year had passed since Bucky left. A year you spent in therapy, spent pretending every god damn day that you didn’t want to just die so the pain would stop, clinging to Steve like a fucking life raft and Steve clung back. You both knew it wasn’t healthy but you needed each other in ways that other people couldn’t understand. Steve was the only other person who really knew Bucky. Who could understand the things that you had went through. Who was just as lonely as you. Steve was your best friend. The day after the one year Painaversary, something incredible happened. Steve finally met his Soulmate. It hit you like a slap in the face from Hulk. You had already lost your Soulmate but now you had to lose your best friend too.

Steve sat on the edge of your bed staring daggers in to the floor. He kept his eyes down when you came out of the bathroom. “Hey there (y/n/n). You wanna tell me why you have what’s the word ‘ghosted’ me for the past week.” His voice was cold and harsh. Not what you expected. Not that you had been expecting Steve to be sitting on your bed when you came out of the shower but the tone he used was the more shocking thing at the moment. “You know why Stevie.” You said moving quietly to get dressed, unable to bring your voice above a whisper. He didn’t look up until he heard a soft sob. You were standing fully clothed in Bucky’s sweats and a worn t-shirt, with your head against Bucky’s dresser. “You know why. Just because Soulmates can’t be unfaithful doesn’t mean this is okay, Stevie.” In his heart he knew you were right but it killed him, gently he picked you up, turned off the lights and tucked you into bed. Then like most every night before he climbed in behind you. His body heat a silent invitation more of a pull like a magnet, one that you couldn’t resist right now. So you snuggled into his arms your back against his chest. As he wrapped his arms around you, he whispered voice rough with emotion, “This doesn’t have to end (y/n/n). “You knew what he was trying to do. “Stevie. It’s okay. We’ve been holding on to each other so tightly because we both were drowning. You can’t make Janey hurt. It’s okay. We will still hang out, but no more late nights like this.” It hurt to say. If it was possible he pulled you closer and held you closer. His heat wrapped you up like another blanket. You sighed. He just nodded and pressed a kiss to the top of your head. He could feel your tears on his arm as he held you. Why did it feel like his heart was getting shredded? For a while there was silence. “Stevie?” “Yeah sweetheart.” “I miss him so much, this hurts so fucking bad. Why did he leave me? I wish I would have just died there. It would better than this.” You curled up in a ball, trying to make yourself as small as possible, hoping somehow it would help. Steve sat up, propped all the pillows behind him, picked you up like you were a child and tucked you safely against his chest. The sobs and half screams that tore from your throat brought tears to his eyes. All he could do was hold you, stroke your hair, kiss the top of your head and whisper “I know sweetheart. I know. I’m here. I got ya. We’ll find him I promise. We will make all of this right. I promise.” Eventually there were no more tears to cry and you relaxed. Your voice was hoarse when you whispered “I was to move to the Taiga.” “Alright sweetheart we will make it happen.”

A month later you had everything you needed to move. Tony had help you engineer a sort of mini arc reactor that supplied your home with 100% clean energy, and all of the wood used to build your house and furniture (which admittedly was a lot) was sustainably farmed, all of the pipes that brought water to the house from the lake had all been lain with minimal disruption to the landscape.

Stevie was the one who came along and helped you actually build the little house. It had two bedrooms, a kitchen and living room. It was a cozy little place, all the modern amenities but an old time feel. Plus you had your 1945 Jeep and a snowmobile. You had everything you needed.

You and Steve held hands as you stood back admiring the house one last time.

“Looks good sweet heart. You sure you are gonna be okay out here?” His voice was light but the concern was evident by the gentle squeeze he gave your hand.

You heaved a deep sigh “Yeah. Yeah. I think I will be fine. I feel better here and now than I have since he left. I promise I will keep in contact. I mean how could I not according to Tony I have my own satellite.” You returned the squeeze of his hand to reassure him. Gently he pulled you into a great bear of a hug. You were pretty sure if you hadn’t been a super soldier he probably would have broken you, you just laughed and hugged him back. “I want you to know I love you (y/n/n) and hell I’m going to miss you. So please be safe and if you need anything call, okay?”

“I love you too Stevie, I will miss you too. I promise I will call okay. Hey you better get going you got places to be.” He held you for a moment longer, kissed the top of your head and said “Yeah you are probably right. But before I do I have one more thing for you.” He goes over to his jeep and pulls out a box with holes in it. As soon as he sets it down you open it, to be greeted by the most adorable ball cute you had ever seen in your life. You picked it up finding that it was a puppy. “Janey picked him out for you. He is probably going to be huge, but she thought he would be perfect to keep you company out here.”

“Tell her I said thank you. I think this is just what I needed.” You said cuddling the sleeping puppy to your chest. Steve nodded and smiled. You watched as he went and started his jeep and drove away. You felt as close to content as you could with your heart in ribbons.

Present

By the time you snapped back to the present the fire was low. Benji was asleep at your feet and the howling outside had stopped. You decided to grab some coffee, bundle up and go outside to watch the night sky. It was breath taking. The Northern Lights danced and swayed shifting colors as they went. The stars shone brilliantly uninhibited by light pollution. You sipped your coffee and mindlessly started to hum as you watched the night.

No one knew you could sing. All evidence destroyed from your operative days, no one knew except Bucky. Your heart swelled and your eyes closed. You lifted your face toward the sky and started to sing and you thought it was fitting when the words only came to you in Russian, while the one person you wanted to hear was god knows where. Still he was the one you sang for…or perhaps you sang for the memory of him.

“Я завидую дождю. (I envy the rain)

Он падает на вашу кожу (It falls on your skin)

Он ближе, чем мои руки.(It’s closer than my hands)

Я завидую дождю.(I envy the rain)

Я завидую ветру (I envy the wind)

Она течет сквозь твою одежду (it flows through your clothes)

Он ближе, чем твоя тень. (it’s closer than your shadow)

О, я завидую ветру(oh I envy the wind)

Я завидую ночам. (I envy the nights)

Которые я не провожу с тобой (which I can’t spend with you)

Интересно, с кем ты лежишь рядом? (I wonder who you lay next to)

О, я завидую ночам. (oh I envy the nights)

Я завидую этой любви (I envy this love)

Любовь, которая была здесь. (this love that was here)

Осталось поделиться с кем - то еще (left to share with someone else)

О, я завидую этой любви (oh I envy this love)

Потому что я пожелал тебе всего самого лучшего. (Because I wished you all the best)

Все, что может дать этот мир.(all this world can give)

и все же ты меня бросил. (still you left me)

но мне нечего прощать.(but there’s nothing to forgive)

Но я всегда думал, что ты вернешься и скажешь мне, что все, что ты нашел, это ...

(but I always thought you would come back and tell me all you found was…)

Горе и страдания(grief and suffering)

Мне трудно сказать, я завидую этому пути.(its hard for me to say, I envy the way)

Ты счастлива без меня (you are happy without me)”

Your voice broke as the last note sounded. Subconsciously you reached for ghost of the connection you shared with Bucky. For a moment you almost thought you felt something brush back. Tears welled up as you fell to your knees in the snow. You couldn’t take it anymore. A scream of pure anguish ripped through your body.

After a moment you collect yourself and took the knife you always carried from its sheath. You stripped off your coat and laid it on the ground. Rolling up your sleeves you smiled softly thinking that maybe once you were gone in a way you would be with Bucky again.

There was no hesitation as you drove the knife blade into the pulse point of your wrist and slashed up, not waiting to repeat the process to the other side. You lay on your back and gaze up at the sky. In the distance you hear a motor. No it couldn’t be. Felt something brush against your mind. You smiled at the thought of your brain trying to make you fight. You knew it was going to take a bit longer to bleed out since it was so cold. You didn’t mind it would be over soon anyway.

You weren’t sure how much time passed, but your eyes started to feel heavy. Black started creeping into the edge of your vision. You let out a sigh finally.

“(Y/N/N)!!!!!!!! NOOOOOO (Y/N/N) PLEEAASSEEE!!!”

You could see a blurry figure coming toward you. You knew that voice. It was like they were moving in slow motion and talking underwater. But that couldn’t be right.

Suddenly you heard that stupid motor again. Then something touched your skin. For a moment you felt fireworks. You opened your eyes. “Fuck (y/n/n) please hold on. I am so sorry doll. I’m so sorry, please don’t go. Please.” Bucky’s voice rang in your ears like a call to prayer. “Baby girl please.” His voice was hoarse and choked up. Barely able to speak through the lump in his throat at the sight of you.

You forced your eyes open and took in the sight of him for what would probably be the last time and whispered “Buck?” Then the world went dark as a scream that was like the torture of a thousand hells ripped and tore through the landscape.

In the aftermath a melody played

"In those discouraging days

I always missed the mark When we were comfort and close I would neglect to keep

Oh, you safe and unexposed A portrait of time repeats This moment now replaced With an empty wish to give I give, I gave

I gave my everything For all the wrong things In this cold reality I made This selfish war machine

Oh, this has become hell How can I share this life With someone else? I promise you There is no weight that can bury us Beneath the ghosts of all my guilt

Here in the dark side of me Here in the dark side of me

Now in your absence I wade Through the coursing, lonely, lost And in this tragic dismay I never could believe what I became

I gave my everything For all the wrong things In this cold reality I made This welcomed war machine

Oh, this has become hell How can I share this life With someone else? I promise you There is no weight that can bury us Beneath the ghosts of all my guilt

Here in the dark side of me Here in the dark side of me Here in the dark side of me Here in the dark side of me

Oh, I couldn't give you What you needed It's all my fault Too coward to believe I lost it all

I gave my everything For all the wrong things In this cold reality I made This selfish war machine

Oh, this has become hell How can I share this life With someone else? I promise you There is no weight that can bury us Beneath the ghosts of all my guilt

Here in the dark side of me Here in the dark side of me"

"Buck are you still there? I don't want to die."

#@imanuglywombat #@littlefreya #first ever posted fanfic #please be kind #would love feedback #bucky barnes x reader

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choicesenthusiast · 4 years

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My Two First Loves, Ch. 47-49 AKA Pictures, Planes, and Playing in the Snow

What happened this week:

Elijah, model student, joins photography club, and in a diamond scene it implies that Mack, our young, impressionable, freshman? sister was into this full grown adult. When I say “JAIL for Elijah” I say it with my whole chest.

Oh, yeah, that diamond scene I just mentioned? It’s Ava’s diamond scene. That’s right, for the first time in 47 chapters, we’re offered an Ava diamond scene. Pose as Mack’s photography subjects and enter full bi panic mode when Ava gives you a lap dance and too many longing stares to count.

You catch Elijah and Mr. Jennings talking in the hall, but before anything helpful is mentioned the bell rings and Elijah catches you in the hall, asking to “talk some sense” into Noah. He also shrugs off the fact that he got you arrested, and we’d get off easy because our father’s a doctor. Another instance of PB’s crappy writing, because this scene does not work at all if you have a black MC or even an MC of colour. It especially doesn’t work if you have a white Elijah.

Speaking of Noah, find him outside building snow-Cerberus for Winter Wonderland and join him in his activities, including but not limited to a snow angel and, in a diamond scene, a snowball fight. Easily hop a fence (though it was such a huge struggle back when we were arrested, wasn’t it?) to just… make out with him on the other side? Okay… let’s not forget to mention that the scene was self-plagiarised almost word-for-word from HSS:CA. Whoever pointed this out, thanks, because the idea of PB self-plagiarising is hilarious. They really couldn’t have come up with 2 new sentences of kissing narration anymore?

That night, get texts from Ava asking you to tour some colleges, but not before you have to go to the airport with Mason and fly above the city together. Oh, yes, his parents rented him a plane, by the way. And he knows how to fly it. He’s still wondering whether the Air Force is the right path for him, but flying seems to be a big part of his life, so maybe the mysterious envelope from the Air Force that Mr. Jennings is so excited to open one night at dinner will give him some clarity.

Thoughts:

Ava stans got slightly bigger crumbs in this batch of chapters but I suspect there’s more crumbs to come. Hopefully no more planes are in your way.

What is the direction of this book? I don’t even know where it’s going. The end goal is for MC to realize who she really loves right? Someone said that this book is going to cover the entire school year, and it’s only early winter, not even Christmas yet. So if 3-4 months took 50 chapters… exactly how long will the rest of the year take?

Not to be nitpicky but MC being able to hop a fence so easily after it being such an obstacle then having the audacity to tell Noah that she can climb human pyramids just as easily is so funny. Hilarious.

I usually surf the tag for inspiration when writing these but it’s all so dry now. I don’t even blame people. What can we even talk about with 5 minutes worth of content every day anyway?

#this week on choices #playchoices #choices stories you play #my two first loves

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hunter-the-sad-skeleton · 4 years

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Chapter Two Is DONE! AS AM I WITH THIS THING. IF Y’ALL DON’T LIKE THE ABRUBT ENDING, I DON’T CARE. I DON’T NORMALLY SAY THIS, BUT THIS MAY BE THE FIRST CHAPTER THAT I HATE. IT FEELS TOO DRAWN OUT AND IT GOT ME IRRITATED SO I MAY HATE THIS CHAPTER. NOBODY’S FAULT, JUST MINE. Tag List: @bccfggffbgv, @new-account-sam-christy-456(Feel free to ask to be removed or added.)

(Flashback.)

Hunter packed her backpack as she was asked in her last letter from Stanley, despite confusion as to why she was asked to do so. Hunter paused as she heard something hit the window. Hunter walked over to the windowsill, opening the window and looking around for the source of the sound and eventually spotting Stanley. “Stan…!” Hunter called quietly.

“Heya Tiny…! Ya did what I asked…?” Stan asked quietly. Hunter held her backpack up so he could see. “Great work, Tiny…!” Stan grinned. Hunter tossed the bag down, Stan catching the bag while Hunter climbed down. Hunter rolled down, landing on her feet in a clearing near Stan.

“So, what’d ya wanna meet up for…?!” Hunter asked, getting up.

“Well, I got kicked out yesterday, so I gotta find a place to live, and I wanted to see if ya wanted to join me…!” Stan grinned.

“But why…?!” Hunter asked.

“Hunter, you and I have known each other for a while now and I’ve gotten a glimpse at your uh...Home life.” Stan started. Hunter winced.

“I….I’m fine here, St-Stan….! I just...Keep getting on their bad side…!” Hunter excused. Stan was aghast at what Hunter was saying.

“What…?! How can you SAY that…?!?” Stan hissed. Hunter broke eye contact. “Hunter, they are NOT nice people…! You deserve better…!” Stan scolded.

“I...I-I-I-I-I….” Hunter stammered.

“How many times have they hurt ya and locked ya in the basement…?!” Stan asked, voice turning dead serious. Hunter fell silent. “Well…?! I’m listening…!” Stan chuffed.

“....Too many times to count…” Hunter whined.

“Exactly. That’s a problem.” Stan frowned.

“Where’ll we go…?!” Hunter asked, worried.

“Across the country…? I dunno yet…! We’ll just wing it…!” Stan smiled. Hunter felt a feeling of worry weigh her shoulders down. “Don’t worry…! We can get as far away from here as possible…!” Stan grinned.

“What about Fordy…? Is he gonna be coming…?” Hunter asked.

Stan froze, thinking for a moment. Does he say the truth about how Ford is gonna be going to college and leaving them behind, or tell a small lie that he’d be with them at some point in time? “St-Stan…?” Hunter peeped.

“Yeah, um, he’ll uh...Meet us there...We have a meetup place...It’s uh...Quite far away…” Stan lied for the safety of Hunter getting away from her family.

“O-Oh…! Okay…!” Hunter smiled, trusting Stan fully.

Stan winced, faking a smile that Hunter didn’t see as such. She saw it as his typical “Everything’s okay!” smile. “Yeah, we’ll...We’ll meet him at the meetup…!” Stan grinned weakly.

“Oki doki..!” Hunter beamed. “Where is it?” Hunter asked.

Stan thought on his feet, making up a name on the spot. “Uh...Gravity Falls…!” Stan said.

“Wait...If we’re going, what about Mo-” Hunter started.

“HUNTER MARY INKWELL, WHERE DID YOU GO, YOU LITTLE SHIT?!?” Chip yelled. Hunter yelped, shaking violently.

“Hunter, get in the car.” Stan said.

“What..?” Hunter peeped.

“GET IN THE CAR, I AM NOT GETTING ARRESTED ON BEHALF OF YOU RUNNING AWAY!” Stan snapped, shoving Hunter in the backseat of the car with her backpack. Hunter yelped, sitting upright and hurrying to put her seatbelt on. Stan hurried to turn the car on, failing a few times. “Come on…” Stan grumbled.

Chip ran out, looking around for Hunter and eventually spotting Stan. “HEY!!!” Chip snapped.

Stan slammed his foot on the gas, speeding off. “Hold on, Tiny!!” Stan called.

Hunter sat in the back, shaking violently as they drove off, panic attack in full force. “A-A-A-Are we gonna be okay…?!?” Hunter wheezed.

“Hold on, little buddy…!!” Stan called back.

“U-Um, St-St-St-St-St-Stan….?! I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I think we need to speed it up a bit…!” Hunter whined.

Stan turned around, seeing Hunter’s parents getting into their car, panic setting in.

“OH SHIT, OH SHIT, OH SHIT, OH SHIT, OH SHIT, OH SHIT, OH SHIT, OH SHIT, OH SHIT, OH SHIT!!!!!!” Stan panicked.

Stan drove through back alleys, hurrying to get onto the freeway and lose Hunter’s parents.

(Present day.)

Hunter sat down on the couch, talking with Stan, falling silent as Glitch walked in.

“Oh. ya have someone over.” Glitch said tiredly.

“Yeah, he’s an old friend!” Hunter explained.

“Why’s there a living corpse on our couch?” Glitch asked, Stan gasping in offense.

“This is Stan, he’s……...my brother, so please treat him with respect.” Hunter said.

“Whoa, who’s this?” Stan asked.

“Oh, this is Glitch, I adopted him. He’s my adopted son.” Hunter explained.

“You? Adopt a kid? Hah! Funny joke!” Stan laughed.

“Not a joke, bud.” Hunter said.

“Oh.” Stan said.

“Yeah, he’s a handful.” Hunter shrugged.

“Why doncha come over for dinner tomorrow? Meet up at the shack, catch up, ya know! Like friends do!” Stan suggested.

“Really?” Hunter asked, unsure.

“Yeah! You can come by about...5:00 and just chill out! You can bring Glitch if you want to!” Stan said.

“Well, okay! Sounds good!” Hunter grinned.

“Great! See ya then!” Stan said.

Hunter saw Stan out, closing and locking the door behind him.

“You’re heading out to the shack later tomorrow?” Glitch asked.

“Yeah, we haven’t seen each other in years, Glitch. We have stuff to catch up on!” Hunter said.

“Really?” Glitch asked, raising an eyebrow. “Y-Yeah…” Hunter stuttered.

“All of the stuff?” Glitch asked.

“W-Well, except for what I’ve been doing the past few days, we have a bunch to catch up on…!” Hunter stammered. “H-He doesn’t need to know that…! He doesn’t need more trouble in his life….!” Hunter stammered, breaking eye contact.

“He’ll find out someday.” Glitch said.

“When he does, I’m sure he’ll understand.” Hunter said shortly.

(Flashback.)

Hunter walked home from the store with a fresh batch of Ink, stopping when she heard sobbing, trying to ignore it, but the closer she got to home, the louder it got. The sobbing eventually starting to drive her crazy, she started looking around for the source, finding a young child in a cardboard box in the middle of the rain near Hunter’s apartment. Feeling bad, Hunter took him in, thinking it’d just be until the morning. Hunter put him in some of her spare clothes, looking at the kid, then at her phone which had 911 on speed dial, looking between the two before turning her phone off with a heavy sigh.

Hunter got down to his height. “Hey kid. You’re gonna stay here a while.” Hunter said.

“O-Okay…!” He nodded.

(Timeskip)

Hunter walked up to the Mystery Shack, taking a deep breath before walking up and knocking on the door. “No need to be nervous…It’s just Stan…” Hunter sighed.

“You’re not any good at this, are you?” Glitch sighed.

“Shut up, Glitch!” Hunter snapped, upset at being called out. Hunter fell silent as the door opened.

“Oh my gosh! It’s you!” Mabel beamed.

“Oh! It’s….Dabel!....Right?” Hunter asked.

Mabel laughed. “It’s Mabel, silly!” Mabel corrected.

“Right, sorry…” Hunter apologized sadly.

Before they walked in the door, Glitch grabbed Hunter by the shoulder. “Hold up, take a deep breath, your feelings are valid, but you need to breathe. Remember to breathe, and don’t panic.” Glitch said. Hunter nodded.

“Oh! Hunter! Ya made it!” Stan grinned.

“Yep…! Sup bro…?” Hunter asked nervously.

“Why so nervous, Tiny?” Stan asked, worried.

“Oh, no reason, Stan, just...Typical nerves, ya know…?” Hunter squeaked.

Stan noticed Glitch, thinking something over for a second. “Hey, kid; go over to the gift shop, pick something out!” Stan offered.

“Really?” Glitch asked.

“Yep! Go ahead, whatever ya like! A friend of Hunter’s is a friend of mine!” Stan smiled.

Glitch shrugged, heading off to go look around.

“So, Hunter, how’d you come across him? Ya have a one-night stand?” Stan asked quietly.

“What?!? No!! I ADOPTED him!!” Hunter retched.

“Ooooh! Oopsie!” Stan winced.

“Yeah, it’s okay though.” Hunter smiled weakly.

“Well, how’d ya find him? Adoption center?” Stan asked seriously.

“Rainy day. He was in a cardboard box.” Hunter frowned.

“Oof...That’s rough…” Stan chuffed.

“Surprise High Five Time!!” Mabel cheered. Hunter yelped in surprise at the sudden hand being raised in her direction, flinching away and dripping slightly.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, Mabel, sweety, we don’t do that with Hunter here, okay?” Stan said gently.

“Why? Something wrong?” Mabel asked, confused.

“Well, Mabel, sweety, Hunter uh….Grew up around some...Not-so-good people and uh...She doesn’t like surprise contact, ya know..?” Stan asked.

“Why?” Mabel asked, still confused.

“Well...You know how some people are nice and others are not so nice..?” Stan asked.

“What?!?” Mabel gasped.

“I know, I know, but some people are just plain bad to be around, and Hunter was in that situation and I helped get her out.” Stan explained.

“Awww! How heroic!” Mabel cooed.

“With her parents on my tail, too.” Stan said.

“Ohmigosh!” Mabel gasped.

“I remember how angry her mom sounded. She sounded ready to commit WAR CRIMES.” Stan grimaced.

“Oh no…” Mabel frowned.

“Yeah…’oh no’ is right…” Stan grimaced.

“Did everything turn out okay?” Mabel asked.

“Sorta….” Stan winced.

“Look, Mabel, just...Please...No surprise High Fives for Hunter, alright?” Stan asked gently.

“Hmm...Okay!” Mabel nodded.

“Thanks, sweety…” Stan smiled softly.

“Sorry I scared you, Hunter, I had no idea…!” Mabel apologized.

“I-I-It’s fine…! You didn’t know..!” Hunter said, shaking it off.

“Okay!” Mabel smiled, skipping off to go find Glitch.

(With Glitch)

Glitch looked around, finding a Game Over beanie, putting it on. “This is mine now.” Glitch said.

“He seems really tall….Maybe I can just…” Mabel said, hugging Glitch’s leg.

“Oh! Hello…!” Glitch said awkwardly.

“Hello! I’m Mabel! I seem to have lost my name, can I have yours?” Mabel winked.

“You...Just said it.” Glitch chuckled. “If ya wanna do pickup lines correctly, ya gotta say this: Are your parents Bakers because they sure made you a cutie pie~" Glitch smiled.

Mabel’s eyes sparkled like diamonds in amazement. “Of course….I’ve been blind this whole time…!” Mabel gasped.

“Heh…” Glitch chuckled.

Dipper walked in, freezing at hearing the pickup lines.

“Dip-Dip! Glitch is teaching me pickup lines!” Mabel grinned.

“Oh really?” Dipper asked.

“Yeah, do you have 11 protons? Because you are sodium fine~!” Glitch winked. Dipper’s face went tomato red as he rushed off to the room with Stan and Hunter in it.

(With Stan and Hunter)

“Whoa, what’s with your face bein’ so red, sport?” Stan asked.

“Everything fine’s!” Dipper blurted. Hunter thought for a moment.

“Ah. Glitch.” Hunter said.

“Whozamawhanow?” Stan asked, confused.

“Glitch has a tendency to flirt with people.” Hunter explained.

“Oh.” Stan said.

“It like’s he wanted to mess with me..!” Dipper spluttered.

“He tends to do that.” Hunter shrugged.

“Oh, so he’s a casanova?” Stan asked.

“Basically, yeah.” Hunter said.

“Oh, okay!” Stan nodded.

“Yeah…” Hunter said, trailing off and dripping slightly.

“You alright man? You seem to be dripping a bit.” Dipper asked skeptically.

“Wait what?!” Hunter yelped, noticing she was dripping.

Glitch leaned in, noticing Hunter having a freakout. “Okay, we’re heading out for a walk.” Glitch said, putting Hunter’s hood up and taking her outside. Hunter went with Glitch, trying not to drip much.

“Thanks Glitch…” Hunter thanked, sighing in relief.

“No problem, are you okay?” Glitch asked.

“Yeah, I-I-I’m fine…!” Hunter said.

“Ya sure? You were REALLY freaking out in there.” Glitch said.

“I…...Just typical parental flashbacks, Glitch...Nothing out of the ordinary..” Hunter frowned.

“Hunter, it’s okay to move on.” Glitch said.

“I know, but…” Hunter trailed off.

“You’re too forgiving for your own good…” Glitch grimaced.

“I know, but Dad was never that bad…! It was mostly Mom…!” Hunter defended.

“Hunter, being indifferent is not any better!” Glitch objected.

“I-It’s fine, Glitch, I-I-I-I forgive him..!” Hunter said.

“Hunter…” Glitch winced.

“I’m fine now…!” Hunter said.

“Ya sure?” Glitch asked.

“.......Yeah.” Hunter nodded.

Hunter walked inside again, sitting back down where she was earlier. “Everything okay, Tiny?” Stan asked.

“Yeah, I-I-I-I-I’m fine, Stan, sorry I worried ya…” Hunter apologized.

“Ya sure, Tiny….?” Stan asked.

Hunter nodded, still dripping a little bit, worrying Stan slightly.

“Well...If ya say so…” Stan sighed.

Hunter sighed in relief, sinking down in her chair. Hunter jumped as she was pulled out of her thoughts by a dripping sound.

“Wait...Black dripping liquid….” Dipper hummed.

Hunter gulped nervously. “I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I gotta go…!” Hunter squeaked, hurrying up and running out the front door, leaving Inky footsteps behind her. Dipper crouched down, touching a footprint and realizing what it was.

“Grunkle Stan…?! What did the news report say was stolen…?!” Dipper asked, panic filling his voice.

“Uh...Ink and machine parts, why?” Stan asked, scratching his head in confusion.

“.......We’ve found our culprit.” Dipper said, getting up.

“What?!?” Stan gasped.

“Hunter?!” Mabel gasped.

“It all adds up; she shows up when the thefts start up, she gets nervous around people, her footsteps are Inky, the facts all add up!!” Dipper explained.

“No, nuh uh, I REFUSE to believe it’s true!!!” Stan objected.

“It only makes sense, Grunkle Stan!!” Dipper said.

“No, I KNOW Hunter, she would NEVER steal!!” Stan objected.

“How many years has it been since you last saw each other, Grunkle Stan?!” Dipper asked.

“That doesn’t matter!! I GREW UP with her, Dipper!! I THINK I know her!!” Stan defended.

“Stan, it’s been YEARS!!” Dipper objected.

“So what?!” Stan asked.

“LEMME GO, GLITCH!!!” Hunter yelped from outside, getting everyone to run outside to find Glitch holding Hunter back.

“Hunter, calm down.” Glitch sighed.

“NO, LEMME GO!!!!” Hunter whined, struggling to escape his grip.

“Hunter, please just calm down…!!” Glitch snapped.

“NO, I’M HAVING A MELTDOWN AND I NEED TO GET HOME, GLITCH!!!” Hunter begged.

“Why, is it because you’re DRIPPING INK EVERYWHERE AND YOU’RE WORRIED ABOUT DRAWING SUSPICION TO YOUR CONDITION?!” Glitch snapped.

“What?!?” Everyone gasped in unison.

“Guys, you-you CAN’T believe him…!!!! He-He’s a-He’s a demon-he’s lying!!!!” Hunter squeaked.

“MOM!!!!” Glitch snapped.

“YOU LET SOMETHING OUT, I LET SOMETHING OUT!!” Hunter snapped.

“WHAT I SAID DIDN’T HAVE ANYTHING BAD OTHER THAN A MENTION OF YOUR MEDICAL CONDITION!!” Glitch piped up.

“Glitch is a demon...THAT’S what’s causing Hunter to steal the Ink and machine parts!” Dipper said, snapping his fingers in an ‘ah-ha’ moment.

“No!!! I don’t CARE about Ink!!” Glitch piped up. “Or machinery or any crap like that!! I’m a dimensional traveller!!” Glitch added.

“Yeah, right!!!” Dipper snapped.

“I don’t!!!” Glitch defended.

“He’s right, Hunter would NEVER steal ANYTHING.” Stan denied.

“Uh, g-guys…?” Hunter peeped quietly.

“What purpose would I have for Ink and crap like that?!?” Glitch snapped.

“I….I dunno! Somethin….malicious?” Dipper suggested.

“............Invalid hypothesis, Dip-Dip.” Glitch sighed.

“G-Guys, p-please calm down…!” Hunter whimpered.

“Hunter, get behind me.” Stan said, pulling Hunter behind him.

“Wait, Stan, no!” Hunter yelped, getting tugged behind him.

“Wait, let’s just calm down, I’m not gonna hurt you!” Glitch stammered.

“How do we know that, Wiseguy?” Stan asked, narrowing his eyes in skepticism.

“If I wanted to hurt you or Hunter, I woulda done so by now!” Glitch explained shakily.

“I don’t believe that.” Stan frowned.

“Hunter, come on-” Glitch started before Stan stepped back, pulling Hunter back with him.

“You stay the hell away from her.” Stan scowled. Glitch looked at Hunter, eyes begging for her to step in. Her face visibly darkened and she slowly shook her head no sadly. “Now get outta here before I throw ya out.” Stan threatened. Glitch opened his mouth to say something, but just as quickly closed it, leaving the shack’s area. Hunter dripped nervously, slouching slightly in worry and exhaustion.

“You okay, Tiny?” Stan asked, looking back at Hunter.

“Y……….Yeah, Stan-Stan, I’m……..I’ll be okay….” Hunter breathed. Stan felt worry for a second at Hunter’s sudden loss of energy, clapping a hand to her shoulder, ignoring that he squished it slightly.

“Ya sure?” Stan asked gently.

“I…...Yeah, just….Scared I hurt his feelings…” Hunter fretted.

“It’s alright, Tiny. Like ya said; he’s a demon. Demons don’t have any hearts.” Stan assured.

“I……….Yeah…..You’re…...Probably right…” Hunter conceded. Stan took the twins back inside while Hunter sat outside a little bit longer, eventually settling on a hill closeby to watch the sunset.

(Timeskip to sunset)

Hunter put her hands behind her back, palms facing down, propping herself up as she watched the sun set, washing the skies with beautiful shades of orange, yellow, pink, and purple. Hunter was startled out of her thoughts by footsteps on the grass behind her. “Wh-Who’s there?” Hunter demanded, turning around recognizing a familiar face.

“Heya, Tiny, did I spook ya?” Stan asked, gently padding over. Hunter breathed a sigh of relief at the familiar gruff voice.

“Stan...I...You scared me there…” Hunter sighed. Stan slowly made his way to Hunter’s side, sitting down next to her.

“You doin’ okay? Ya need to talk about anything?” Stan asked.

“Why would I…? I’m fine…” Hunter admitted, looking to the side and breaking eye contact.

Stan tilted his head, eyebrows furrowing in concern. “Hunter, you’re doin’ that thing ya do when somethin’s troublin’ ya. What happened? Was it because of earlier?” Stan asked, worried. Hunter didn’t answer, gently picking at the grass by her feet anxiously. “Was it that fight from earlier?” Stan repeated. Hunter still didn’t respond. Stan sighed, thinking of how to get Hunter to talk.

“Tiny….” Stan sighed. Hunter pulled her knees to her chest, mouth forming a frown of discomfort. “Tiny, look, I understand it’s hard to open up to others about some things, but I’m here to listen if ya need it.” Stan suggested.

Still dead silence from Hunter. “Well, I gave it my best….” Stan sighed, going to get up. “Guess that Demon made ya feel like ya can’t trust your own-” Stan started.

“He’s not a bad guy, ya know, Stanley…” Hunter mumbled. Stan perked up, looking down at Hunter.

“What was that? Ya know we’ve talked about your mumbling.” Stan asked gently.

“He’s not a bad guy, Stanley…! We have a symbiotic relationship…!” Hunter blurted out, eyes tearing up, shining like diamonds in the moonlight.

“Whoa...Tiny, are….Are you okay…?” Stan asked, worried. Hunter sniffled, rubbing her eyes with her hoodie sleeve.

“I just don’t know what to do….! I try my best, but I just never feel good enough…!” Hunter hiccuped, shoulders sagging, showing just how exhausted she was. Stan winced, slowly walking over to her, hands outstretched.

“Tiny, what happened to ya…? You were fine, back when we were kids, but now look at you….You look like a corpse shambling about town, trying to find a job…!” Stan worried. Hunter sniffled, trying to not break down into tears, worrying Stan to the point of no return. She’d NEVER shown her emotions THIS freely before.

“I’ve made so many mistakes, Stan-Stan…! I can’t ever take those mistakes back…!” Hunter shivered, starting to tremble slightly as emotions started to take hold of her reasoning, suffocating the reasoning part of her brain slowly but surely.

“We all have, Tiny…! I-I’m sure people have forgiven ya for those mistakes…!” Stan assured, grinning slightly. Stan was caught by surprise as Hunter fell to her knees, sobbing into her hands.

“They say they have, but I know they’re talking about me behind my back, Stan-Stan…!! Even when they assure me over and over, I still know I don’t deserve forgiveness…!” Hunter wept, choking on tears and air. Stan swiftly slid over, pulling Hunter into a tight hug.

“Hunter Mary Inkwell, you stop that nonsense talk this INSTANT. You are one of the most wonderful people I have EVER met! Don’t you EVER doubt that for ONE SECOND.” Stan scolded softly.

“But I-” Hunter started.

“No, you don’t get to say ‘but’ this time. You’re a FANTASTIC person who deserves the world and more! You are NOT a bad person! You are NOT stupid, worthless, inconsiderate, wasteful, or otherwise bad! You are a source of joy for me, the twins, even other people!” Stan said.

“But I don’t have any purpose…!” Hunter sobbed.

“So? Laze about! Do what you’ve always wanted to do! Go on an adventure, go around the world, go monster hunting, heck, you could even probably become an animator! I don’t care! You are FAR from worthless! You are WORTHWHILE! I don’t care what voice in your head says you’re not, or what some random Joe says you are, you are a WONDERFUL piece of work! Sure, ya have cracks, dents, and scratches, but guess what! That adds CHARACTER to ya!! Those who say otherwise? Answer to ME. Stanley Pines, High School Boxing champ of FOUR YEARS.” Stan announced.

Hunter fell silent, mouth agape in awe at the assurance from Stanley and face stained with tear streaks that glistened in the moonlight. “Stan-Stan…” Hunter gasped.

“We may not be family by blood, but I consider you my little sister. If anyone-and I mean ANYONE-gives you trouble, send em my way.” Stan said.

“I…..I don’t know what to say…” Hunter chuckled sadly, rubbing the tears away, despite more falling down.

“Tiny?” Stan asked, worried.

“I….Oof...Now ya have me feeling all sentimental…” Hunter chuckled sadly.

“And ya know the best part, Tiny?” Stan asked, crouching down to her height, sparking a feeling of familiarity deep within Hunter’s body.

“What?” Hunter asked, tilting her head in confusion.

“This time, out of all times, out of all times of my life,” Stan started, taking a deep breath and making eye contact with Hunter. “I’m not lying.” Stan finished, eyes glimmering with determination. Hunter gawked in awe, not having heard this tone of voice from the taller adult before. Stan’s eyebrows quirked in concern. “Uh, Tiny…?” Stan asked, getting Hunter to gwomp in confusion. Stan pointed at Hunter’s face, pointing out a bit of ink dripping. “Are ya supposed to do that?” Stan asked.

Hunter panicked. She pulled her hoodie hood up higher, hoping to hide her face better from the moonlight. “I-I gotta go, Stan, see ya tomorrow…!” Hunter blurted out, hurrying up and hurrying off.

“Tiny, wait!” Stan called, following her before losing her in the dark forest. “....Are you okay…?” Stan asked nobody as he stopped in the dark forest.

Stan grimaced, worry for his technical little sister now worsened. “What’s going on, Tiny…?” Stan muttered to himself, walking back to the shack.

(At the Mystery Shack.)

Stan walked in the door, closing and locking the door as he got inside, sighing as the events of the day stewed over in his head.

“Grunkle Stan?” Dipper asked, rubbing his eye as he walked downstairs. “Everything *yawwwn* Okay?” Dipper asked, yawning.

“Me? What about you? You should be asleep!” Stan scolded. Dipper shrugged tiredly.

“Couldn’t. What were you doing out so late?” Dipper asked, yawning tiredly.

“I...Went out to try to find Hunter...Make sure she’s okay, ya know?” Stan explained. Dipper nodded, giving a tired ‘mhm’ as he did so.

“Didja find her?” Dipper asked.

“Yeah…” Stan faltered.

“Why’d ya falter? Ya found her, didn’t ya?” Dipper asked.

Stan shook it off. Dipper doesn’t need to know yet. “Never mind, Sport. Ya need to be getting to bed; it’s past your bedtime, Kiddo.” Stan assured. Dipper frowned in disappointment before realizing he wouldn’t win if he fought it.

“But what about Hunter?” Dipper asked as the two walked upstairs.

“Let me worry about her, kiddo. Have a good night, alright?” Stan asked, walking to his door. Dipper nodded, going back to bed. Stan sighed, walking into his room and sitting down, looking at the photo from his pocket. “I’m sure she’s still there somewhere…” Stan sighed, putting the photo down and going to bed, opening his window slightly, just in case.

(With Hunter.)

Hunter ran through the empty streets of Gravity Falls, making sure she was being as careful as possible. No need to get caught. Hunter carefully slipped through a garage door, searching for the supplies she needed.

She snuck through a hanger full of beams, crosswires, gears, and other mechanical devices: perfect. Exactly what she needed. Hunter looked around, picking out five fifteen tooth gears, ten twenty tooth gears, a couple spokes, a couple tubes, a couple robotic arms, and four gearbox power connecters. Satisfied with her haul, Hunter put the items in her backpack, padding them so that they didn’t make any clattering noises. Hunter returned the items home before heading back out to a laboratory, stealing a couple barrels of the special Ink she always required. As a test, however, Hunter grabbed one barrel of a different kind of Ink that would, hopefully, help prevent her dripping so often.

Hunter hurried home, hiding everything from her outing in her basement, not daring to look at the now empty pit under her invention. She knew it was down there-it HAD to be, but she didn’t want to chance seeing it.

Just thinking about it made her stomach bubble with regret and guilt. She felt as though her legs and arms would give out on her, feeling as though they were weighed down by cinder blocks, gritting her teeth in a grimace.

It happened so quickly-it happened so swiftly-it happened because she lost her temper. She would never let Stan down in this place. She didn’t want the incident to repeat itself-she wouldn’t ALLOW the incident to repeat itself, even if it meant keeping visitors away.

Frowning, Hunter left her basement, closing and locking the door. Hunter retreated to her room, going into her bucket and going to sleep for the night. She thought over telling Stan about her plan, but ultimately decided against it; her relationship with him was already rocky due to the events thirty years ago, why make it worse? Hunter drifted off to sleep, humming an old lullaby to herself from her childhood.

“It’s okay, Tiny, you’re safe here with me. Here with us is your safe space, your parents can’t find you here. No need to cry, I’ll be right here. Right by your side, always staying near. There ain’t no call to worry, so please don’t cry or fret, a couple year’s difference won’t change you, no matter how long it is.” Hunter hummed to herself.

(Timeskip to the morning.)

Hunter got up, forming into a full human again and stepping out of her bucket, getting ready for the day. Hunter walked downstairs, confused when she didn’t see Glitch anywhere downstairs. Maybe he just needed some space after yesterday. That was fine, Hunter understood, sometimes, she needed space from herself too. Hunter winced, gently holding her wrist. She knew the scars had been healed for years now, but it still stung sometimes, usually when she thought bad things about herself. She shook it off.

Hunter got herself a granola bar for breakfast, as she hadn’t been feeling all that hungry that morning. She knew if she told Stanley, he’d flip, but that’s why she WOULDN’T tell him. She knew how he and….She knew how he was about self care and stuff like that. He got scary when he heard Hunter hadn’t self cared that day, so she’d resulted to either lying to him, or not telling him at all. Sure, both options were horrible, but telling him the truth would hurt her worse, as she felt she inconvenienced Stanley most of the time.

Hunter checked the clock, knowing that she had to return to the Shack at around noon-time, as she promised. Hunter went down to her basement, grabbing some of the new Ink and injecting some of it into her body, which had hurt as much as a pillow hitting her in the face, as she’d been used to needle pains due to having to give herself more stability. “It’s for the greater good, Hunter…” Hunter assured herself.

Hunter headed back upstairs, getting her bag and getting ready to head out. Taking a deep breath, she started her way back to the Mystery Shack, shaking off any and all worries she had: Stan was her technical brother, he wouldn’t judge her too harshly, that wasn’t how he worked!

He wouldn’t judge her. He wouldn’t judge her. He WOULDN’T. JUDGE. HER. So why was she hesitating? She found herself stopped just outside the entrance to the Mystery Shack’s area of land, breath caught in her throat. She was so shaky. She was so shaky, she was losing her sight, she was losing her sense of touch, what was going on?! Hunter eventually mustered up the strength to take one step back.

Then another.

Suddenly, she was in a full-on sprint away, out of control of her legs. She tried to stop, by GOD she TRIED to stop, but she couldn’t.

She COULDN’T. STOP. RUNNING. Hunter started freaking out, losing grip on staying calm, eventually coming to a stop in a small cave just a while away from the Mystery Shack. She stayed inside the cave, collecting her thoughts.

“God, I thought I was over this...I thought I grew up...I thought I wasn’t a coward anymore…!” Hunter scolded herself. Hunter beat herself up, starting to space out as she did so.

Eventually, Hunter was snapped back to reality as she suddenly got a heat flash. Hunter swiftly panicked, checking her backpack, swearing under her breath as she noticed a lack of some form of sugar inside. “Damn...That’s not good…” Hunter swore. Hunter’s vision soon started blurring and eventually getting covered with black spots. Hunter slowly got up, collapsing against a wall soon after, panicking as she knew she had no way to contact anyone for help.

(Timeskip a few hours.)

“-un-er?” A voice called, barely discernible. Hunter didn’t move.

“H-n-er?!” They called again, panic lacing their voice.

“T-ny, co-e on!!!! W--e -p!!” A different voice, gruffer than the first, called. Hunter slowly stirred, barely able to open her eyes.

“Ow…” Hunter winced at the sudden light level shift.

“Is she gonna be okay, Grunkle Stan!?” Mabel asked, fear lacing her voice.

“Mabel, it’ll be okay, calm down.” Stan hushed. “Tiny, can ya move your hand for me? I need to gauge how bad the crash is.” Stan requested.

Hunter barely moved her hand half an inch, worrying Stan immensely.

“Okay, it’s bad.” Stan announced.

“What does she need?” Dipper asked.

“Something with sugar that’s not energy intensive to get into her system. Like...Liquid sugar, some form of Honey, I dunno-” Stan started.

“Sugar cubes!” Mabel grinned. Stan was starstruck.

“....Yes, actually.” Stan nodded. Mabel hopped over, giving the sugar cubes to Hunter. Hunter slowly downed the cubes one by one, slowly returning to normal.

“How long have I been out?” Hunter asked, rubbing the back of her neck nervously.

“I dunno, when’d ya head out?” Stan asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Around like...what, 11:30?” Hunter said, confused.

“You’ve been out for about four hours, maybe.” Stan said, wobbling a hand as he estimated the time.

“FOUR-” Hunter started.

“Calm down, preserve your energy.” Stan said.

“Four HOURS?” Hunter gasped.

“Yep. We came out lookin’ for ya because ya didn’t show up when ya said you would.” Dipper said.

“Oh my….I’m so sorry…” Hunter said, facepalming.

“What’d I tell ya?” Stan reminded, Hunter’s face heating up.

“Stan-Stan, not in front of the kids…!” Hunter groaned.

“What did I tell you?” He repeated.

“Keep something in my bag in case of a blood sugar crash…!” Hunter wheezed.

“And what DIDN’T ya do?” Stan asked.

“Keep something in my bag in case of a blood sugar crash…!” Hunter groaned.

“I know it seems like I narc on ya, but it’s because I care. You’re my favorite little sister in the world, I don’t wanna lose that.” Stan smiled.

“I know…!” Hunter smiled back shyly.

“It sure seems like ya keep forgetting that! I’ll keep remindin’ ya however I can!” Stan promised.

“But what if others are present…?” Hunter winced.

“So?! I’d announce to the world how much I love my little sister! I’d scream it as loud as I can!” Stan joked.

“Please...Don’t…” Hunter said, face getting more flustered, still visible despite her hoodie hood still being on.

“Come on, you’re blushing~!” Stan grinned, nudging Hunter gently.

“Because you’re embarrassing!” Hunter wheezed.

“Darn right I am! That’s sorta my right, as a big brother!” Stan said proudly.

“Oh my Jupiter, you’re SUCH a dork…!” Hunter groaned.

“Not just any dork~! I’m your dork!” Stan grinned.

“OH MY GOD, STAN, I AM GOING TO DIE OF OVERHEATING, SHUT UP!!” Hunter wheezed.

“Are ya gonna take better care of yourself?” Stan asked.

“Fine, fine, fine, fine, fine! If it gets ya to stop!” Hunter wheezed.

“Thank you! Little sissy~!” Stan teased.

“I AM GOING TO SMACK YOU.” Hunter growled.

“What~? Wouldja rather I say-” Stan started.

“DON’T YOU DARE.” Hunter threatened.

“Moist~?” Stan said, dragging out the word.

Hunter stood up swiftly, despite how bad of an idea it probably was, and started walking away. “NOPE. I AM NOT DEALING WITH THIS.” Hunter snapped.

“I….I don’t know that word, and I ALREADY HATE IT.” Dipper grimaced.

“She hates it! She and…” Stan trailed off, smile slowly fading.

“Grunkle Stan?” Dipper asked.

“...A good friend of ours!” Stan picked back up, smile returning.

“Really?” Dipper asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah, he beat me with a book for sayin’ it once!” Stan laughed.

“I may do the same.” Dipper frowned, nose wrinkling slightly in disgust.

“What? Moist?” Mabel asked.

“Don’t.” Dipper warned.

“What’s wrong, Dip-Dip? Don’t like moist~?” Mabel teased.

“We are siblings, I can LEGALLY throw you.” Dipper warned.

“Okay you two, calm down.” Stan laughed.

The group started heading back to the Mystery Shack, finding Hunter waiting on the front porch.

“Ya didn’t go inside?” Stan asked, confused.

“I found it rude to go inside without asking.” Hunter shrugged.

“Nonsense! Ya practically live here, even if ya don’t ACTUALLY!” Stan grinned.

“Yeah, I know, just typical manners I learned as a….Kid..” Hunter said, voice faltering slightly.

“You okay, man? Your voice faltered.” Dipper asked skeptically.

“Yeah, we don’t talk about that.” Stan said, stepping in before the twins asked too many questions.

“I-It’s fine, Stan, I-I don’t mind, they’re just c-curious..!” Hunter assured, waving her hands around.

“Hunter, no, you don’t seem comfortable with talking about it yet, so ya don’t HAVE to talk about it.” Stan assured.

“Stan, come on, bud, it-it’s fine..!” Hunter said, smiling shakily.

Stan quirked an eyebrow in concern. “I know that smile, Hunter. I know that means that you’re uncomfortable.” Stan said.

“It-It’s fine, Stan, I-I promise..!” Hunter said, shaking slightly.

“Hunter, ya need to work on your assertiveness. Ya can BARELY bring yourself to say no to people.” Stan sighed.

“I COULD say no to someone!” Hunter defended.

“Oh? Go ahead. Show me.” Stan said.

“W-Wait, what?” Hunter asked nervously.

“Tell me no.” Stan elaborated.

“I….You’re my brother, I can’t say that to you!” Hunter said.

“Pretend I’m someone ya hate. Pretend I’m your mom.” Stan said.

Hunter shrank down, backing against a wall, shielding her face.

“Wait, that was a poor choice…” Stan groaned, facepalming.

“I-I-I-I-I-I’m sorry…!” Hunter whimpered, shaking slightly.

“Hunter, calm down, it’s okay, you’re here, you’re alive, you’re safe, you’re with me, you’re not there anymore.” Stan assured, sitting next to Hunter, but not touching her until she gave him the go-ahead.

Hunter winced as Stan sat next to her, but regained comfort as she recognized him. As she looked to him on her left, she could have sworn she got thrown back into junior year of High School, but she shook herself back to current day, not willing to linger on the past.

“You okay, Tiny?” Stan asked. Hunter nodded, slowly leaning in to give Stan a hug, Stan hugging back only when she gave him the okay.

“.....Am I-” Hunter started.

“Do I need to give ya the same pep talk I did last night?” Stan asked.

“......Am I at fault for what happened back at home…?” Hunter asked.

“No. Your mom was like a Demon; no heart, all barbs.” Stan assured, not noticing the wince from Hunter.

“I...But I tended to be a bad kid...I-I snuck out…!” Hunter objected.

“Because she never let ya go outside.” Stan objected.

“But-” Hunter started.

“The only thing you’re at fault for, Tiny, is being a wonderful person. You’re such an innocent person, you’d never do ANYTHING wrong without reasoning.” Stan said. “You’re one of the most innocent people I’ve EVER known. If anyone’s at fault, it’s me for not doing something sooner.” Stan said.

“No!!” Hunter snapped, dripping slightly, surprising Stan.

“Whoa.” Stan winced.

“You’re not at fault, I am for not following and meeting their expectations! If I’d just tried harder, I woulda been fine most nights! If I just TRIED, I woulda been fine! If I’d just put in EFFORT, I woulda been okay!” Hunter freaked out.

“Tiny-” Stan started.

“If I’d JUST LISTENED, I woulda been fine! If I wasn’t such a DUMB, STUPID, SELFISH KID, I WOULDA BEEN-” Hunter started.

“HUNTER, CALM DOWN.” Stan said, gently grabbing Hunter to snap her out of it.

“But-” Hunter started.

“No buts. You. Are. A. GOOD. PERSON.” Stan stressed heavily. “JUST because that GLITCH Demon showed up and made ya doubt yourself doesn’t mean jack diddly SQUAT.” Stan frowned.

Hunter froze at the mention of Glitch being bad, defense mode activating. “H-He’s not bad…!” Hunter defended.

“Let’s think here; I see ya after thirty years after ya make a deal with a Demon and ya see to have a worse mental state than when we last met, he said something CLEARLY bad to upset you to tell everyone he’s a Demon, you two have an unHEALTHY connection as he calls it, but nah, he’s a pure, sweet, innocent Angel.” Stan grumbled.

“He’s only thirteen..!” Hunter whimpered.

“.................................Well hot belgian waffles.” Stan winced.

“Yeah.” Hunter frowned. “Then again, maybe he didn’t come home because he needs space...Maybe he doesn’t...Like me anymore...I don’t blame him…” Hunter whimpered, hugging her knees to her chest. Hunter winced slightly, trying to shake it off. “I’m fine, just….A headache…” Hunter assured, mostly to herself.

“Maybe ya need a break, take a day off of….Whatever job ya have…?” Stan guessed.

“I….Don’t HAVE a job.” Hunter winced. “......Not anymore, at least…” Hunter added quietly, hiding her hands in her pockets.

“Well, we could always use an extra employee here, if ya want!” Stan offered.

“I…..Maybe...I don’t wanna take up valuable space…” Hunter trailed off.

“Ya won’t, trust me!” Stan grinned.

“Ya sure…?” Hunter asked sheepishly.

“Come on, Tiny~! Would I lie to you~?” Stan grinned. Hunter grew an unamused look on her face.

“Ya don’t want me to answer that, Stanford.” Hunter frowned.

“....................Alright, fine, I get it, but I ain’t lying! My offer still stans this time!” Stan grinned.

“.....................Really?” Hunter asked.

“What? I thought the pun was charming!” Stan defended.

“Oh, you are SO lucky you are my brother…!” Hunter sighed, rolling her eyes.

“Ya thought it was PUNamusing?” Stan grinned.

“STOP.” Hunter warned.

“Come on, you’re smiling~!” Stan grinned, nudging Hunter’s side gently.

“Just because I AM, doesn’t mean I’m happy about it.” Hunter said.

Stan laughed, Dipper and Mabel joining him soon after. “Okay, fine, they’re amusing.” Hunter sighed heavily.

“Awww~! I thought I’d get A LITTLE more than THAT~!” Stan teased.

“DO NOT PUSH YOUR LUCK, STANFORD FILBRICK PINES.” Hunter warned.

Stan fell silent immediately. “That’s what I thought.” Hunter smirked.

“........Yikes….” Dipper winced.

“............I must be in big trouble, if you’re using my full name.” Stan winced.

“Don’t test me.” Hunter teased.

Stan finally realized it was a joke, thinking his options over. “Hmm...How about this, ya get inside before I say ‘it’~!” Stan grinned.

“YOU WOULDN’T.” Hunter gasped, faking offense.

“What~? Mo-” Stan started. Hunter darted inside, door slamming shut behind her, causing everyone to break out laughing.

“Awww~! Ya didn’t give me a chance to say it~!” Stan teased.

“I WILL LOCK THIS DOOR.” Hunter warned.

“I will break down said door.” Stan added.

“I will go hide in the corner until needed.” Hunter said.

“No, you will not!” Stan said, going to stop Hunter.

(Timeskip to next day)

Hunter got up, wincing as she felt a slight stinging pain. She shook it off, working through the pain to start getting ready for the day.

Hunter got herself a granola bar, stuffing her backpack with the typical blood sugar control snacks, not wanting to have another crash later.

“Okay...It’ll be fine...Glitch, I’m leaving…!” Hunter called, only getting silence as a response. “R….Right...He’s….Not here…” Hunter frowned. Hunter grabbed her bag, starting to walk to the Shack.

As she started walking, she tried ignoring anything bad that came to mind. Already getting ONE lecture from Stan was enough for a week, let alone THREE in one day. “It’s okay...He’s family...He won’t bite…” Hunter reassured herself, falling onto her face.

“..............Son of a-” Hunter started.

(At the Mystery Shack.)

Stan jumped as his phone rang, answering. “Yello?” Stan said.

“So…..Stan-Stan…? Can ya….Sorta kinda come pick me up…? I….Sorta kinda maybe fell over from pain...I can’t walk….at least, long distances..” Hunter winced.

“I think so, yeah, where are ya?” Stan asked.

“On the sidewalk of Maple drive......” Hunter sighed, defeatedly.

“Really? Ya made it halfway! Congrats! That’s further than yesterday!” Stan grinned, only to gain defeated sobs in response. “Oh-kay, not good timing…” Stan winced. “Okay, I’ll come get ya, don’t move.” Stan said.

“NOT LIKE I CAN, YA LITTLE-” Hunter started.

“I mean stay where you are!” Stan said, quickly hanging up.

“Kids, I’m heading out to help Hunter get to work!” Stan called.

“Huh? What’s the matter?” Dipper asked, worried.

“Hunter’s havin’ a bit of pain-I’m assuming it’s a girl thing, so I’m just leavin’ it at that.” Stan said.

“Oh no!! I’ll get the ibuprofen and heat pads ready!! The hot coco too!” Mabel said.

“Don’t burn yourself! Wait...How did you know what I mean-” Stan started.

“I’m a girl and Mom deals with it all the time!” Mabel called from the kitchen. “So does Wendy!” Mabel added.

“Okay, well, I’m going, don’t burn the house down while I’m gone.” Stan said.

“I can’t promise anything~!” Mabel sang.

“I’ll make sure she won’t.” Dipper said.

“Thanks.” Stan said, heading out.

(With Hunter.)

Hunter sat upright, wincing as she did so, so that people were able to pass by without much trouble.

“Are...you okay…?” Candy asked.

“I’m fine...Just typical pains…” Hunter winced.

“Oof...I didn’t bring my Ibuprofen with me…” Candy apologized.

“It’s fine, I’ve been through worse…” Hunter assured.

“What, did you get into a car accident or something?” Candy asked.

“...I think...Maybe it was just a dream...Who knows…” Hunter shrugged.

“Well, I’m gonna go meet up with my friends, hope to see you later, and hope you feel better!” Candy smiled.

Hunter smiled back, perking up slightly as Stan pulled up. Candy waved, smiling. “Hi Stan!” Candy greeted. “Is Mabel still hanging out today?” Candy asked.

“I’m sure she will be, yeah.” Stan nodded. Hunter groaned, attempting to stand up. Stan hurried over, catching her as she was about to fall over. “Okay, you’re not allowed to move anywhere without someone with you today. If you try to do so, I will be very disappointed in you.” Stan said.

Hunter nodded, not having enough energy to fight him on the matter.

(In the car.)

“.....Stan-Stan…? Is it normal to hear static…?” Hunter asked.

“No….? I don’t think it is…!” Stan worried.

“Huh….I wonder what’s wrong…” Hunter frowned, worried.

“I-I’m sure you’re fine! It’s probably just….that, and Glitch’ll probably be back soon and he can tell us what’s going on!” Stan assured.

“......He’s normally never been gone this long...Was it something I said…? Was I too harsh…?” Hunter frowned, dripping slightly.

Stan winced, worrying slightly. “I…….I’m sure nothing’s wrong..! It probably just took a bit more time is all…!” Stan assured.

“But usually he’s back in an hour…! And usually static doesn’t sound this loud, usually it’s not this bad…! Usually it’s only when Glitch takes a shower…!” Hunter whimpered.

“What would happen if he touched water? Like, fully got into a pool or lake? Like, submerged in the water?” Stan asked.

“He would most likely be in pain...Why…?” Hunter asked.

“........Does said pain affect you too?” Stan asked.

“Not usually...But then again, he does dilute his water...I dunno what happens when he touches pure water…” Hunter shrugged tiredly. “Plus, I don’t think he can swim...So if he jumped into a lake of sorts, he wouldn’t be able to come up…” Hunter added.

“..............HECK.” Stan winced.

“Stan-Stan…? Is everything okay..?” Hunter asked, worried.

“Oh, yeah, everything’s okay, just...Tell me if the static gets worse, okay?” Stan asked. “Or, ya know, the pain, too.” Stan added. Hunter nodded.

“10-4, Bro-Bro…” Hunter nodded tiredly.

Stan thought over the potential places that Glitch could be, not being happy or satisfied with any of them.

“.......Wait, he headed towards the woods..” Hunter said. “So….” Hunter said. Stan pulled up to the Shack, helping Hunter get inside.

“I got some Ibuprofen and a heated blanket!” Mabel said, helping out however she could.

“I’ll be fine, so long as I don’t….Walk long distances…!” Hunter assured.

“Nonsense! Now, I have an important question: Shapes or Pillows?” Mabel asked.

“............Shapes…?” Hunter said, confused.

“Great! I can getcha that! Shapes it is!” Mabel said, skipping into the kitchen.

“Wait, why did you ask?” Hunter called.

“Hold on a sec!” Mabel called.

Stan backed out of the room before Hunter could say anything, washing his hands clean of the whole ordeal. “Whipped cream, yes or no?!” Mabel called.

“Uh….Yes?” Hunter called back.

“Sweet! My kinda gal!!” Mabel grinned, walking into the room with two mugs of hot cocoa.

(With Stan.)

Stan looked through the woods, looking all over for Glitch, hoping he was okay and just hanging out somewhere. As he started heading towards the lake, a loud splash caught his attention, heart dropping pretty much onto the ground.

“Oh, that better not be him…!” Stan worried.

(With Hunter.)

Hunter yelped, shoving her hands over her ears in an attempt to shut out the static, dropping the hot chocolate onto the ground in front of her. “Hunter? What’s wrong?!” Mabel worried.

Dipper rushed downstairs, holding the hat Glitch had, clearly worried. “Mabel, is everything okay?!” Dipper asked, clearly panicking.

“Something’s wrong with Hunter, I-I don’t know what’s going on…!” Mabel worried.

“Wait...Hunter said she had a connection with Glitch...Doesn’t that mean that she feels what Glitch is feeling…?!” Dipper worried.

Hunter whimpered as she heard Glitch’s thoughts, curling in on herself.

“Hunter, is everything okay…?!” Dipper asked.

“I shoulda gone after him…! I shoulda talked to him-I-I-I shouldn’t have said anything…!!” Hunter whimpered.

“Hunter, it’s okay, calm down…!” Mabel begged.

“I shoulda gone after him…!!” Hunter panicked, dripping slightly.

“Hunter, it’s-” Mabel started, putting a hand on her shoulder, feeling it sink in slightly. “O….kay…?” Mabel trailed off, pulling her hand back. “What in the world….?” Mabel gasped.

“Oh my….” Dipper said.

(With Stan.)

Stan looked around, noticing a pile of clothes. Well. THAT’S concerning.

“Oh no...Isn’t that….Glitch’s...Jacket…?” Stan winced, going to look down at the lake.

As panic took over, Stan went in after Glitch, pulling him up to the surface, struggling slightly due to the weight. Stan eventually made it back to the surface, setting Glitch down and laying on his backside.

“Oh, Hunter owes me for this.” Stan panted. Stan slowly got up, grabbing some spare clothes from the back of the car, getting Glitch out of his wet clothes and into some fresh ones, including the beanie he took back from him.

(With Hunter.)

Hunter started fidgeting, almost hurting herself half the time, as panic started settling in. “Is Glitch okay..?! What’s going on…?! Why’d the pain suddenly lessen…!?” Hunter panicked.

“I-It’s okay, Hunter, calm down…!” Mabel urged carefully.

“Nobody cares, nobody cares, nobody cares….!” Hunter panicked.

“What…?! That’s ridiculous! We c-” Mabel started.

“He thinks nobody cares…!! He’s in pain, I can’t do anything about it…! I can’t stop it…!” Hunter hiccuped.

“Wait, who…?!” Dipper asked, concerned.

“Who do you think….?! The ONE person I was supposed to keep safe…!! I put his life in danger…! I’m gonna lose ANOTHER family member….!!” Hunter whined.

“It-It’s okay, Hunter…!” Mabel assured.

“NO, IT’S NOT OKAY!!! I WAS SUPPOSED TO KEEP HIM SAFE!! HE WOULDA BEEN SAFE IF I DIDN’T BLOW UP AT HIM FOR DOING NOTHING WRONG!! IF I DIDN’T TELL YOU WHAT HE WAS, EVERYTHING WOULD BE OKAY!! BUT I DID BECAUSE I PANICKED BECAUSE I DIDN’T PAY ATTENTION TO WHAT HE SAID!!!” Hunter snapped, dripping worse.

The front door opened, Stan walking in holding Glitch. “I’m home, and VERY tired!” Stan called. Dipper quickly cleared off a space to put Glitch down on. “So...He needs medical help…” Stan said. Mabel nodded, running off to grab bandages.

“Can I do anything…?” Hunter asked.

“No, you, sit, now.” Stan said.

“But I-” Hunter started.

“SIT.” Stan growled.

“C-Can I at least sit by him…?” Hunter asked timidly.

Stan moved Glitch closer to Hunter. “If I see you move from this spot, I am grounding you so hard, it may stretch beyond the summer.” Stan warned. Hunter nodded, hugging Glitch gently.

Mabel rushed downstairs with the medical supplies, falling halfway down, rushing over. “I’m okay!” Mabel assured.

“Just hand me the bandages.” Dipper said. Mabel handed them over.

(Timeskip)

Glitch slowly woke up, noticing Hunter passed out nearby in a very familiar living room in the Pines family household. “Oh no…” Glitch panicked, falling off of where he was sitting.

Hunter slowly woke up, rubbing the leftover sleep from her eyes. Glitch hid behind a chair, shaking and trying not to cry. Hunter winced, not wanting to do anything. “St-Stan-Stan…?” Hunter called.

“What?” Stan called back.

“H-He’s up…!” Hunter called back.

“Is he okay?” Stan asked.

“He looks kinda traumatized…” Hunter whimpered. Stan walked in.

“Okay, where is he?” Stan asked, Dipper and Mabel close behind.

“Behind the chair…” Hunter said, pointing at the chair.

Stan walked closer, stopping when Glitch backed into a corner in a panic. “Hey, it’s okay, I ain’t gonna hurtcha, okay?” Stan said gently.

“But you said-” Glitch started.

“I know what I said, but I regret saying it. It was said in the heat of the moment. I wasn’t in the right for saying that. I had no right to say that about a thirteen year old.” Stan winced, rubbing the back of his neck nervously.

Glitch whimpered, clearly on the verge of a panic attack. Stan thought something over, settling on something. “Okay kid, lemme let ya in on a secret that I have with Hunter, when she gets like this, we do a little breathing exercise to calm down, would you wanna do that?” Stan asked gently.

Glitch whimpered, unsure of if he should trust him. “....I’m sorry I snapped at you. We haven’t had good encounters with other Demons-not saying that you’re like them! We’re just...Wary, nowadays.” Stan said.

“I’m not full demon…” Glitch said.

“I...I know, but there’s still that Demon part and...We just don’t wanna get hurt again, ya know…?” Stan smiled crookedly.

“I dunno…” Glitch said.

“It’s fine, it won’t hurt, I promise! Scout’s honor!” Stan promised, holding his hand over his heart.

“I don’t like promises…” Glitch said. “They usually end up broken..” Glitch added.

“Not mine, kiddo. My promises are the most genuine thing this side of Oregan!” Stan assured.

(Timeskip.)

After Glitch calmed down, Hunter snuck home, repairing the Ink Machine in the basement. As she wrapped up, she felt her phone vibrate and she went to answer it.

“Hello? Yeah, what’s up, Stan-Stan?” Hunter asked. Hunter nodded as he explained. “How much? Yeah, I can-no, I can help with that. No, ya don’t need to tell me. Midnight? Alright. See ya then, bye.” Hunter said, hanging up. Hunter took a deep breath, getting everything together and ready for midnight.

(Elsewhere.)

Agent Trigger checked a screen, jumping in surprise as he spotted something on it. “Agent Powers, sir, we have a sighting!!” Agent Trigger called. Agent Powers walked over, looking at the screen.

“What did you find, Agent Trigger?” Agent Powers asked.

“We found the culprits for the thefts, sir!!” Trigger said.

“Really? Who?” Powers asked. Trigger pointed at the screen, showing two people; Hunter and- “Stanford Pines. Bingo.” Powers smirked.

“What should we do, sir?” Trigger asked, awaiting orders.

“Well, Agent Trigger, we do the smart thing.” Powers said.

“What’s that?” Trigger asked, confused.

“We call in Special Ops.” Powers ordered.

“Sir, yes sir!!” Trigger said, standing up and saluting.

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melo-yello · 5 years

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Baking with the Wakandan Royals would include:

A/n: I've been watching a ton of baking shows lately so I've been mad inspired to write some domestic headcanons.

*I added Shuri

T'Challa

If you mention to this man you're thinking about baking he's already checking for necessary ingredients quantities and locating the measuring cups

T'Challa's need for order and a systematic approach to life can either be really helpful when you're baking or really annoying

This man takes pride in prepping the pan

I mean oiled, floured, and lined with parchment

T'Challa didn't come to play. He got a cake stuck one time and he's never been the same

I'm tellin you he's a complete ace when it comes to measurements

This man will measure, level, sift, and whisk together the dry ingredients in less than 90 seconds

"Here you go, Love." handing you the bowl and kissing your temple

He even will have the separate little glass bowls in various sizes like he stepped out of his very own cooking show

T'Challa is definitely the clean as you go type

Boi is washing dishes almost as fast you can make them

I've got that, Sweetheart." snatching up dirty bowls and taking them to the sink like clockwork

You already kno he's a stick to the recipe type of guy

You kno better than to tell him "We can just eyeball it" or end any measurement/cook time with "or so"

He will absolutely lecture you on the acute chemistry of baking

After so many times of 'sneaking' in extra pinches of 'this' and 'that' and him catching you'll be forced to put him out to stop his constant meddling

"Challa, I swear to Bast if you say one more thing about the 'balance of baking' and don't get yo ass outta this damn kitchen, Shuri will be an only child!"

He occasionally peeks back in offering his two cents before you glare at him and he slinks back to whatever he's preoccupying himself with

Once everything out of the oven and cooled you can't help but smile and bring T'Challa a goodie for all his efforts and help even if he's kinda a pain

Erik

He will 100% be minding his own business until he peeps you in the kitchen baking something

He immediately steps in to take over whether he knows what you're making or not

Deadass has slid across a counter, swiped the bowl, stuck the landing and been like "Ok Ma, what am I makin?"

Boi will even take your apron and do it smooth as hell too

The first time you thought he was trying to be freaky by grabbing ya ass and kissin all down ya neck in the kitchen but before you knew it the apron was untied and around his neck and he was stirring the bowl that was just in front of you

Growing up basically raising himself and being bounced around from relative to relative made learning to cook essential and he's a pretty damn good at it

And he knows it

Erik deadass cooks like somebody's Auntie

"Baby, lemme go ahead and do that." Is something you'll hear every step of the way

He'll just stare at the recipe for .5 seconds then be like "Do that shit, That shit right there and it'll be bland as hell!"

Erik starts off measuring but gradually shifts into eyeballing everything

He's prone to add pinches of different spices that are no where to be found in the recipe

Erik refuses to cook in silence and will always throw on one of his playlists

Y'all bop all the way from TLC to Daniel Caesar to Anderson. Paak

When all the baking is done Erik loves to humble brag about his baked treats

"Yea me and Bae, kilt that shit." Or "Oh you know, Babygirl can throw down"

That is until his cousin says something

T'Challa: "These are great."

Erik: "Damn Straight it is, T'Chump! Didn't kno my baby could FUCK it all da way up! Who you think taught her that! Who!"

M'Baku

*nervous laughter*

M'Baku has an enormous sweet tooth but can't bake to save his life

Not that hasn't tried but most of those trails ended in flames

Since then the great gorrilla has been banned from most of the palace kitchens

Naturally when you ask "Baku, help me bake some cookies."

He's a little hesitant

M'Baku tries to explain to you that his strong suit is really savory and much rather do anything

He really hates that he's not naturally good at it like most things he does (fighting, leading, flirting, etc.)

This gets him out of helping the first few times before you drag him in kitchen promising "Trust me, I can teach you. It can't be that bad."

With M'Baku's help be prepared to remake batters at least twice

He's either heavy handed or extremely light handed there's absolutely no inbetween with him

He's gonna apologize each time he messes up no matter how many times you tell him it's fine

You put him on mixing duty but he gets bored so he starts distracting you

"Oh that look absolutely scrumptious, My Love." grabbing your ass as measure out brown sugar

"That tastes amazing, My Queen." giving you bedroom eyes as he sucks your finger clean of the batter you were about to taste

"You smell like heaven, Dear Heart." nipping at your neck as you place a pan in the oven

This is also the kinda man that eats as you bake

As soon as they hit the cooling racks he's bodying half of them

Putting up high doesn't work either when your mans is 6'5" and can reach all your hiding places

Only on rare occasions do you actually have sweets to show for you efforts if you only make one batch

3 seems to be the sweet spot since M'Baku eats half of 2

He actually does pay attention when you show him how to do things correctly and each time he makes fewer mistakes and he's so proud of himself

Shuri

Shuri is allergic to anything remotely domestic. Not that its difficult she just isn't interested

Mysteriously she always has all the software updates to do when you ask "Wouldn't it be fun to help me bake something?"

"Yes, My King?!?!" Shuri yells running down the hall after a very confused T'Challa that tells back "Stop calling me that!" as the two run in the opposite direction as you

She's definitely not above making up tech tasks to get out of being forced into baking

"Oh I'd love to but I need to check... Erik's torso to make sure he's healing ok. Too bad he's shy so you can't come." She shrugs pulling Erik into lab before he can get in a word

Or "Oh yes Sergent Barnes, I do have time to look at the mechanics of each synapses of every nerve ending in your arm. This could take a while." practically tackling Bucky as he enters the lab

The only way to get her there is by treachery

"Shuri, come quick! The stan mixer is smoking you have to fix it. Or I'll never bake again." is enough to get her to bolt out of the door and into the kitchen

There's no way she can let your Double Fudge Sea Salt Pecan brownies vanish from her life

"This mixer is absolutely fine, Y/n. Don't scare me like that ev..." trailing off as she turns to see you locking the door to the kitchen

"Noooooooooooooooooooo!"

Once she finds that all exits are blocked off

Vents, windows, and personal secret passages she has installed for times like these

She starts offering 'helpful' advice to really 'expand' your baking horizions

"I'm telling you, Y/n, 1 and 1/4 teaspoons of white vinegar would really help these sweets raise to the ocassion." as she presses record and steps back

You soon learn after several batter explosions and looped videos and gifs sent across the Insta, Twitter, and Snap she can't be trusted

"Oh come on,now! How was I supposed to know it was going to do that?" Laughing as you glare at her wiping yet another batter blow up off your face

Before you accept her advice now it is questioned with "And if I add that it won't end up in my face?"

Shuri will pause then offer something else because she's no evil just mischievous

She pretends to be bored out of her mind the whole time even though she's mentally pocketing all the little steps so she can later try by herself

Every once in a while she'll hit you with an absolutely old school but completely clutch trick you've never heard of before (most likely something she picked up from cooking with Queen Mother) and you pause to look at her

Like "Where the hell did that come from?"

She just shrugs and offers some off the wall flavor combo to throw you off her trail

"Chocolate and peanut butter? Boring. How about anasis and chardonnay." genuinely curious about the combination

Shuri loves to experiment and play with structures and variables esspecially in the kitchen

So tell her your trying to make a souffle or flan and she's there automatically no plots involved or locked doors

Afters all the sweets and practical jokes are out of the oven and cooling and the doors are unlocked

Shuri takes a treat or two and hums looking satisfied with your team work "This was actually fun." mouth half full and gives you a quick hug before leaving

Ever so often she'll come of her own prompting to you wanting to be shown how to make a cookie or some other baked good

And you do but as soon as they're done

She steals like 75% of the goodies as you check some of the few left in the oven and splits them with M'Baku who was already waiting at the door and they run down the hall like small children

Always leaving a note "XOXO, Princess Shuri" and scribbled in the biggest calligraphy that is usually saved for royal documents "Thx from Great Gorrilla,M'Baku" at the scene of the crime

#black panther #erik killmonger #michael b jordan #t'challa #chadwick boseman #m'baku #winston duke #m'baku x reader #t'challa x reader #erik x reader #headcanon #black panther headcanons #baking #domestic black men #domestic wakandans #shuri #shuri x reader #letitia wright

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daisyxbuckley · 5 years

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Only Human//Mitch Rapp Series

A/N: HOLY FUCK YOU GUYS. This chapter is like 5K+ words and I am so sorry lol. Also the whole first half is like dirty smut. I would like to thank @cxddlyash for this song here because its what I listened to while writing it. And lemme tell you, its fucking HOT. Anyways you know the drill, love you all

@xceafh

Description: Ophelia Lane has a past that most CIA operatives would hate to have. The 25 year old is sent back to The Barn to help Stan train the new batch of recruits, including one that is hell bent on getting revenge. Can she keep it together or will a secret that is hidden under the surface come back and haunt her?

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Ophelia paced the hotel room that Stan had taken her to in Rome. The plane ride had been dead silent and she refused to look at him the whole time. Anikka was in there with them just watching them but Ophelia didn’t care. She would probably need a witness when she was done with her dad. The pictures of Ronnie over the past two months were laid out on the table in front of her and Stan wasn’t saying anything.

“How long.” She said quietly as she ran her hand through her hair.

“How long what?” He asked knowing full well what she meant.

“How long have you known that my fucking husband was alive dad!?” Ophelia yelled at him. “How long have you known?”

“I just found out when that attack happened in Poland. I noticed him on the news.” Stan said slowly. “I brought it to Irene’s attention and we wanted to be able to confirm it was him.”

“Oh so Irene knows too? Anyone else dad...is this why you’ve been so fucking jumpy with me lately? Why you didn’t want me on this mission at all?” She yelled. Finally spinning around to meet his face, Ophelia couldn't stop the tears from falling.

“I was a fucking mess dad. I couldn’t function correctly because I had lost the one thing in my life that I loved most and you kept the fact that he was alive from me.” Ophelia didn’t care how loud she had gotten. She was beyond pissed. Hearing a key card in the door, all three agents in the room looked up as Irene and Mitch walked in. Mitch looked a little worse for wear and glanced between Stan and Ophelia. He could see the pain in Ophelia’s eyes and was wondering what the hell was going on.

“Ophelia, I know your mad but you know wh-” Irene was cut off as a class flew past her head and shattered on the wall behind her.

“You know what Irene, you and Stan can go fuck yourselves.” Ophelia said grabbing a key card and storming out of the room. Mitch watched her go before turning back to Stan. The sad look in his eyes was replaced by one of rage as he walked over to Mitch.

“What the fuck where you thinking. You disobeyed a direct order.” Stan said lowly. Mitch looked at him with no emotion and let him yell. “You almost pulled Ophelia into this shit with you as well when I specifically asked you to get her the hell out of there.”

“No sir, I made a choice to pursue the target and I completed the mission.” Mitch said crossing his arms as Stan paced in front of him. “And sir, isn’t that what I’m here to do? Isn’t that my job?”

“Your fucking job is to follow orders.” Stan yelled slamming his hand down on the table. “Your fucking job is to do what I fucking tell you.”

Mitch’s voice started to raise as he could feel himself getting angry. “Would you prefer I leave him alive than? Let him go, that piece of shit?”

“Stan.” Irene said finally speaking up.

“No don’t ‘Stan’ me. Look at that. He said pointing to the tv that showed Mitch on the news firing into the crowd. “That’s the kind of thing that can get us shut down. Kid can’t even follow a fucking order.”

“Conners got made, Rapp didn’t” Irene said evenly as Mitch watched them both with steady eyes. Stan laughed humously and shook his head.

“Why does this kid give you such a fucking hard-on?” Stan spat out.

“Don’t talk to me like that. I am your superior.” Irene said, her voice raising and Mitch realized it was the first time that he had actually seen her angry.

“Rapp go check on Ophelia. She’s in 406 down the hall.” Stan said his eyes never leaving Irene. Mitch cleared his throat to say something when Stan finally looked at him. “God damn it Rapp, can’t you fucking follow an order for once in your life? Go!”

Mitch nodded as he stepped back out of the room and headed down the hall. Knocking on the door a few times he wondered if you were actually in there or if you had left, but he could hear your music playing inside. “O...come on I know you're in there. Open up.” He said banging on the door again. Finally the door opened and Mitch’s heart almost stopped. Ophelia was standing in front of him dressed in a baggy t-shirt and underwear. Her hair was wild and curly and even though it looked like she had been running her hands through it too many times, it still fell around her shoulders and framed her face well. Her eyes were red rimmed and bloodshot and had an empty look in them.

“What.” Was all she said to him. Mitch cleared his throat and scratched the back of his neck. “Stan wanted me to come check on you.”

“I’m fine.” Ophelia said rolling her eyes as she went to shut the door. Mitch’s hand shot out and stopped it as he looked at her.

“Ophelia, I know you’re not fine.” He said quietly. Groaning the brunette finally let go of the door and started walking away. Taking that as his queue to come in, Mitch followed her into the hotel room and locked the door.

Ophelia walked over to the mini fridge and pulled out a few bottles of whiskey. Pouring them all in a glass she went and stood over by the window and started drinking. It wasn’t her first glass since she had gotten into the room and it wouldn’t be the last. Mitch looked around and saw that her clothes from the mission were piled in the corner by the bed and that she had somehow managed to get 2 full size bottles of whatever was in the mini fridge.

“Ophelia..what happened out there?” He asked quietly. Moving towards her he put a hand on her shoulder as she took another drink. Finishing off the glass, she sighed.

“Apparently Ronnie is alive. That was him in the cafe today.” She said quietly. It took Mitch a full second to put two and two together but when he did, he looked down at Ophelia’s eyes in shock.

“Wait, he's been alive this whole time?” He asked. Nodding she walked away from him and started to fill her glass again. “Did Stan know?” Mitch saw her nod again and groaned. That was why he wanted her out of there.

“That’s how he knew we were there. He saw me walk in...but I didn’t see him because I thought he was dead.” she said quietly. Sitting on the couch she sighed. “It’s been two years..two years we thought he was dead and he didn’t reach out. Instead this is how I find him again.”

“Ophelia, you’re lucky he didn’t slit your throat.” Mitch said as he walked over and sat down on the couch next to her. He put a hand over her as she stared at her glass. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“You know what Mitch...I’m done talking.” She said setting her glass on the table and looking at him. Before he knew what was happening, Ophelia swung a leg over his and sat on his lap. Wrapping her hands around his neck she stared down at him with lust in her eyes. “I’m really done with people trying to protect my feelings.” Ophelia whispered as she leaned down and started peppering kisses along Mitch’s jawline. Moving up to his earlobe, she nibbled a bit feeling his hands grip her hips. “I’m really done with thinking and I want to forget.” Was the last thing she said before coming back and pressing her lips to his.

Their hands worked in tandem setting the fire off in their bodies. Mitch gripped her hips as Ophelia ground down on his lap, making him moan in her mouth. He moved his hands up the soft skin of her back, inching her shirt up, eventually being able to pull it off and throw it to the side. He realized that she wasn’t wearing a bra and was just in her panties and couldn’t help but stare at how beautiful she looked. Ophelia tugged his henley over his head as Mitch went back to leaving a trail of wet kisses all along her collarbone. The brunette sighed and closed her eyes as she felt his hands go flat on her back and pull her closer. One hand coming around and squeezing her breast hard, rolling the nipple that was hardened in between his fingers. Mitch captured the other in his mouth and sucked his teeth grazing across the sensitive part of her body. The girl had her fingers in his hair and let out a moan at the sensation as well as pulling his head back and landing her lips on his again. Mitch moved his hands down to her thighs as he stood up from the couch and started towards the bed.

She refused to break the kiss till he laid her down on the bed and stood above her. Mitch looked down into Ophelia’s eyes and recognized the look of pure lust there. His own face probably mirrored it as this had been the first time in a long time that either of them had been touched this way. Undoing the buckle of his belt, he undid his jeans and kicked them to the floor. Leaning down over O, he put one hand on her hip while the other hand supported his weight above her. Not wasting any time he started leaving a trail of kisses from her neck to her shoulders. Ophelia arched under his contact to her skin, pushing herself closer to him and feeling the erection that was showing in his underwear.

Mitch trailed the kisses down to her breasts, kissing each one before he trailed down her stomach and landing on her hips. Hooking his fingers around her underwear, Mitch slowly pulled them down her long legs before discarding them onto the floor. Kissing back up her leg, he noticed the sharp intake of breath as he started kissing his way up to her inner thigh. Stopping in between her legs, Mitch looked up. “O, I need you to say it.” He said huskily. He wanted her more than anything right now, probably more than air at this point, but only if she wanted it.

“Please.” Was all she said.

That was the permission that Mitch needed. He leaned back down between her lefts and traced his finger around her lips. Ophelia moved trying to move her hips closer to him and he obliged. His tongue slowly ran up her slit, tasting her for the first time. She was better than he had ever imagined. The moans that came from her mouth as he worked his way around her made him want to stop and get inside her, but he wanted her to enjoy herself so he waited. Sucking on the little bundle of nerves, Mitch inserted a finger inside of her and slowly started to pump.

Ophelia couldn’t move. She was pretty sure she had forgotten how to breathe at that point honestly. Mitch’s mouth was probably going to make her meet Jesus and at that point she was okay with that. It took everything in her not to squeeze his head with her thighs, instead opting to grab a fist full of his hair and pulling as she ground against his face. His stubble was tickling the inside of her thighs as he alternated between kissing there and sucking on her clit.

“OH-Holy fuck Mitch.” She gasped out. She could feel the knot in her stomach starting to form. “I’m close.” She looked down at him and saw his eyes watching her. The primal lust behind them was the thing that sent her over the edge. He could feel her walls contracting around his fingers and smiled. “That’s it baby..let it go.” He said huskily. Ophelia tensed up as the knot in her stomach finally snapped and she had to actually make sure she was still conscious. Grabbing Mitch’s face, she pulled him up to her and kissed him hard. She could still taste herself on him and she moaned in his mouth as his hands tangled in her hair and pulled. Moving down to the waistband of his boxers, she shoved them off as he kicked them the rest of the way to the ground.

“I need you ...please.” She gasped out as he started sucking on the pulsepoint on her neck. He moved one hand down to grasp his shaft and lined it up with her entrance. Her gasping acceptances was all he needed to proceed. Her fingers dug into his shoulders as he entered her slowly, his eyes never leaving hers. When he was fully in he waited for her to decide if she wanted to continue. The nod from her came and that’s when Mitch lost it.

He moved at a pace that had her almost screaming. Stars were appearing in front of Ophelia’s eyes as he moved his hips in time with hers, hitting that sensitive spot just right, over and over again. His name fell from her lips like a prayer and she could still hear her music playing in the background. It almost seemed like his hips were moving in time. He leaned down pressing his forehead to her neck as she lightly nipped and kissed the skin on his shoulders. She finally wrapped her legs around his waist and managed to get on top of him.

Leaning down she put her hands flat against his chest and started moving slowly up and down, moving her hips in a figure 8 as she went. “Fuck O..you keep doing that and I’m not going to last long.” Mitch said as he gripped her hips and closed his eyes breathing hard. The brunette smiled as she bit her lip and continued. Mitch sat up and wrapped his arms around her waist pulling her close as his feet hit the floor on the side of the bed. Ophelia continued working her hips, hitting every sensitive spot inside of her. She could feel the knot forming in her stomach again and knew her walls were about to break.

“Mitch.” She gasped out. “I’m close.” He nodded his head as he bit down on her shoulder and looked up to her.

“Same here baby..it’s okay. Let go.”

When he said that Ophelia couldn’t help herself. The knot broke again and she felt her walls clench around Mitch, sending him over the edge as well. He helped her move and rock as they rode out the high together finally falling next to each other on the bed. Mitch wrapped his arms around Ophelia as she moved closer to him and curled up next to him. They were silent for a while as they both tried to process what had happened. He knew that she was hurting, and if she just used him for sex then he was okay with that. Mitch was starting to realize that as much as he hated it, he was starting to care about Ophelia in more ways than he needed to.

What he didn’t know is that as she was lying there, using him for sex wasn’t on her mind. She did have feelings for Mitch. What kind of feelings...she didn’t know. But they were there. And as she laid there in his arms, she felt safer than she had felt since Ronnie died.

“We should probably go to bed. I know that Stan is going to probably have a coronary tomorrow so we need to be ready for it.” Ophelia said quietly. Mitch nodded, expecting to get up and leave but she stopped him before he got the chance. Wrapping her arm around him, she smiled when he wrapped his around her and they both fell asleep.

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The next day they were all out in a busy square across from the bank. Anikka went inside to work her magic as Ophelia had blended into the market that was going on across the street. Stan wanted her to stay hidden as no one knew exactly where Ronnie was and he didn’t want to risk her being taken. Stan knew exactly where she was located in the market though, as did Mitch.

When the morning sun came through the window that morning, Mitch didn’t want to move. He looked down at Ophelia’s sleeping form and smiled to himself as she pulled herself closer to him. He had managed to get out of bed, shower and get dressed before she had even woken up. Mitch knew if Stan saw him coming out of her hotel room it would not end well for either of therm. Though they hadn’t really had any time alone since then, Mitch would catch Ophelia stealing glances at him and smiling slightly.

“Why did you lie to Ophelia?” Mitch said looking over at Stan. He could see the man tense as he looked up. “I didn’t lie to Ophelia. I omitted the truth. She didn’t need to know that her supposed dead husband was now a terrorist.”

Mitch shook his head and opened his mouth to disagree when Stan stopped him. “Lemme ask you something. If you saw that Katrina came back, but was someone that was totally different than who she was, someone like Ghost, would you want to know?” Stan asked him. There was no malice or sarcasm in his voice. No anger. Just a question. Mitch looked down at his hands when Stan asked that, not knowing the answer. But it got the point across. “That’s why I didn’t tell her. She’s been through enough already, that wouldn’t have helped at all. And she needs to stay focused so we can get this mission taken care of.”

As he said that Mitch spotted Ophelia walking to one of the stalls in the market. She looked like she was trying to figure out what to buy but in reality she had eyes on the scientist that they were trailing. “I got eyes on him. Coming out of the building, the south side of the fountain.” He heard her voice in his ear and smiled a bit. Stan looked at his facial expression and wondered what the hell was going on but he didn’t have much time to think about it. Anikka came and sat down at the table with them and looked around.

“We are in.” She said speaking of the bank she had walked out of. She had gone inside to place a lock on the systems so they would know when Ghost had money transferred to his bank account. Mitch got up and started walking over to the fountain and held his phone up looking like he was just taking pictures of the architecture when in reality he was taking pictures of the scientists that were coming out of the building so they could scan for facial recognition. Finding the one they needed, Ophelia heard Stan’s voice in her ear telling them to go.

The car ride was silent as they followed the scientist. Ophelia felt Mitch’s fingers linger over her hand for a bit before pulling it away. “Anikka, Ophelia and Mitch are going to check in. Wait about an hour before following them up to the room. You guys are right next to his for surveillance.” Stan turned around in the seat and locked eyes with Ophelia. She had refused to speak or look at him unless it was needed and now was no different. “Any sign of trouble and I want you fucking out of there. You hear me?”

“Yes sir.” Ophelia spat as she opened the door. Mitch moved to follow when Stan grabbed his arm. “I’m serious Rapp. You keep her safe.” Mitch nodded getting out of the car and shutting the door.

The elevator ride up to the hotel room was quiet as Ophelia stared straight ahead. She had slipped back into the wall she had built up because she knew that she needed to focus, it was hard though with everything that had transpired in the last 24 hours. Getting to the room, Ophelia looked around and noticed that everything seemed normal. Mitch pulled out his cell phone and called Stan to confirm everything. While he did that Ophelia went to the shared door and started to feed the camera through.

“I’m going to go take a shower and get changed. I have a feeling it’s going to be a long night.” She said standing up as she walked over to him and patted his shoulder. The shower was something she had needed, it helped release the tension from the day and everything that was running through her mind. She knew the glasses of whiskey helped lower her guard leading her to sleep with Mitch...though Ophelia knew she probably would of done it even if she hadn’t been drinking. But it didn’t look right that she finds out her husband is still alive and ends up sleeping with someone else. Absentmindedly her hand went down to the chain that used to hang there realizing it was gone. When she had gotten back to the hotel room, she took it off and threw it into the bottom of her bag.

Sighing, Ophelia turned the shower off and wrapped a towel around herself. Throwing on a long sleeve black shirt and some jeans, she brushed her hair out and walked out of the bathroom, surprised to see Mitch sitting by himself. “Hey..where Anikka?” She asked looking around.

“Stan had her just stay outside with him. It will be less suspicious that way.” Mitch said gruffly not taking his eyes off the tv. He could feel the tension radiating off Ophelia in waves but he knew that when she was ready to talk about what happened she would. After a few more minutes though, he couldn’t stand it anymore. Facing the brunette Mitch cleared his throat. “I think we should talk about what happened last night.”

“It wasn’t just some night for me...I know that it seems like that and that I was just trying to shut things down after finding out everything...but that’s not what it was.” Ophelia said quietly. She pulled at the ends of her shirt and refused to look at him. Mitch knew how he was feeling, the guilt of finding out that her husband was still alive then she goes and sleeps with someone else.

“Look..O I understand okay. And I understand if you need to take some time to sort out your thoughts. You had a lot of shit happen over the past two days and it’s a lot for anyone to handle.” He said quietly taking her hand in his. Ophelia looked down at it and looked up with a soft smile on her face. Mitch carefully leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. “I do care about you though...and i’m here for you if you need anything.”

Ophelia didn’t know how to respond to that honestly. She felt like he had come a long way from the angry man that showed up at the barn and she was proud. Before she could say something though she caught movement from the side of her eye on the tv camera. “Mitch.” She said freezing in her seat. It was Ronnie on the camera. Mitch looked up and instantly grabbed the gun that he had hidden behind the cushion and turned around shooting a man dead in the eye. Ophelia jumped over the back and grabbed her gun from the table right before the side door burst open and someone grabbed her catching her off guard.

Mitch turned around and noticed that the man had a gun to Ophelia’s head and pointed his weapon at him. “Mitch, take the shot.” She spat out. Hesitating, Mitch tried to think about what to do. If he took the shot then she would die too. “Mitch!” She yelled. Before either of them could do anything two more men came in and Mitch knew that they were in trouble.

“Get on the ground.” The man growled in Ophelia’s ear. “Well that’s kind of hard when you have me in a choke hold asshole.” She spat out and was met with being thrown to the floor. She saw her gun get pointed to Mitch who dropped his and watched as it was kicked away.

Mitch put his hands behind his head and watched as Ophelia did the same. They were about four feet apart, and though he wasn’t looking at her he could tell she was tense as a board. Hearing footsteps Ophelia sucked in a sharp breath as Ronnie came into the room. As he looked at both of them Ophelia’s face slipped into the hardened mask that she always wore. Ronnie surveyed both of them as he thought about what to say next. Leaning down in front of Mitch, he kept his voice even.

“Hurley..where is he?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking abo-” Mitch started to say when he was cut off by a slap. Another one came and Ophelia could see Mitch's veins bulging in his arms as he fought to keep control.

“Ronnie stop.” Ophelia said. No inflection in her voice or movement on her face but she was scared. Ronnie stopped looking at Mitch and walked over to the girl. Mitch watched as the fear and sadness came across her eyes before it was locked down. Ophelia didn’t want him to know how she really felt.

"Its been a while since I've heard that name from your lips Phi." Ronnie said calling her his old nickname for her. Ophelia's jaw clenched as she tried to process the emotions running through her. "Where's your dad?" He asked simply. Mitch looked back up and at Ophelia with a shocked face.

Ophelia was Stan Hurley's daughter. And Mitch knew Ronnie could use that if he wanted to.

“Ronnie you know how my dad is. He doesn’t tell you where he’s going. He just expects you to check in.” Ophelia stared her husband down. Ronnie licked his bottom lip quickly before gripping her hair and hauling her up. Mitch moved to intercept when he felt a gun shoved into his back stopping him in his tracks.

Ronnie looked at Mitch and a grin spread across his face as he yanked on Ophelia’s hair once more, eliciting a yelp from her mouth. “So not only do you have a new partner..he cares about you too.” Ophelia refused to look anywhere but his face, she knew that he could tell what she was thinking and that scared her.

“We are partners Ron, of course we care about each other.” She said, her voice barely above a whisper. The last thing she wanted was to have Ronnie use Mitch against her. Ronnie let go of her hair and moved his hand down over her cheek coming to rest on her chin as he gripped it hard. Pulling her closer to him, he brought his lips to her ear as she closed her eyes at the contact. Two years ago his lips against her would set her body on fire, now all she can think about is how he’s not Mitch.

“Did he fuck you Ophelia, did you moan his name as he slid inside of you?” Ronnie hissed as he gripped her. “You used to do that to me..remember?” Ophelia could feel the tears building from anger. “Go to hell Ronnie.” She spat out. “You don’t know shit anymore.” Mitch was impressed at how well she was keeping it together, but he also knew that she was close to her breaking point.

Ronnie knew it too and he used that.

“It’s surprising how quickly you moved on after I died.” He scoffed. Ophelia had enough at that point. Shoving her hands against his chest, she watched him stumble back and look at her with a smirk on his face.

“Fuck you Ronnie. You can go to FUCKING HELL.” Ophelia yelled at him. Before anyone could react she shot towards him, swinging her fist and impacting before he could react. When Ronnie caught his bearings he glared towards the woman. His nose was bleeding and his lip was split. Ophelia was standing there breathing heavily, her fists clenched.

“You had EVERY chance to come back. To come back to me, and you didn’t” She yelled. The pain in her voice was evident. “I watched you die. I buried an empty coffin. I prayed every fucking day that you would be alive and come home. But you didn’t. You turned into this..and that’s not on me.”

The room was silent save for the breathing from Ophelia and Ronnie. Mitch was trying to slow his breathing and waiting to see what was going to happen next..see how he was going to try and come to her aid if she needed him. He could see Ronnie’s jaw clenching and unclenching. “You're going to regret that you little bitch.” He growled as he lunged forward grabbing her by the throat and slammed her against the wall. Her scream as she hit the wall made Mitch try to lunge towards Ophelia but he was knocked to the ground before he could get to her.

Ophelia saw him struggling against the other men and tears filled her eyes. She knew they were in trouble and for once she had no way to get out of it. “You always thought you were better than everyone. Always had a mouth on you.” Ronnie said getting right in her face. Ophelia wanted nothing more than to squeeze her eyes shut but she refused to show weakness to him. “You were the reason I got shot in the first place. Always having to play fucking hero don’t you.” He got so close to her that she felt his breath on her lips. “Well now, you’re going to play a part in two more deaths. Your fathers...and your little boyfriends there.” He said squeezing her throat more. Ophelia brought her hands up and started clawing at his arm due to the lack of oxygen.

Mitch saw her face turning blue and her movements starting to go weak and knew that he needed to do something. The man holding him down had his arm around his throat, throwing his elbow back he managed to get him to loosen up before sinking his teeth into his arm. The man let out a yell as he let go of Mitch and he spun around. Grabbing the guards gun out of his hand, Mitch shot him between the eyes. Noticing another one raising his gun from the corner of his eye he moved and shot him as well bringing him down as well. Looking over where Ophelia and Ronnie were he noticed that she was knocked out and he had her thrown over his shoulder. Ronnie took one look at Mitch and smiled a smile that sent a shiver down the man’s spine.

“Kill him.” Was all he said to the remaining men as he walked out with Ophelia. Mitch had just enough time to react to the two men that were coming after him. One of the men drew out a knife and charged when Mitch tried to shoot him. The gun jammed and he cursed to himself as he threw it to the side and tried to dodge the knife. Feeling it hit his side enraged Mitch more as he lunged forward. Punching the man in the face he was able to get him to drop the weapon, hurriedly picking it up and driving it into his throat. Before he could turn around at the last one coming to him, he heard a gunshot and looked up as the body thudded to the ground. Stan was standing in the doorway with his gun raised. A hard look on his face as Mitch stood up breathing hard.

“He’s got Ophelia.”

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girlgrouptrash101 · 5 years

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Kim Lip (Loona) - Rainy Days

Request: “your girl finally became a full time orbit, loona really doesn’t disappoint and at this point idk who’s my bias, prolly like half the group but uh anyways idk if requests are closed (don’t worry i can wait) but can i request a angsty / fluffy kim lip imagine? it’s really all up to you, i just want lots of hugs and kisses in the end fam 😔😔”

Word Count: 1,021 Words

Warnings: Nothing too Nsfw ahead

A/N: i mean,, technically requests are closed but i had to write this because welcome to the orbit family my friend (p.s. i forgot u requested angst too whoopsie oh wEll stan loona)

- C

You threw your bag down, hair sopping wet and clothes were even wetter. After finishing your classes for the week, you were on your way to spend the weekend at your girlfriend’s dorm. Little did you know, the skies would open and you got caught in the middle of your walk, the rain beating down on you relentlessly.

Jungeun walked into the living room when she heard the door slam, her eyes widening when she saw your worn form slouching against the door.

“Oh, baby! Why didn’t you take the bus... Or an umbrella for that matter.” She said, her tone teasing as you looked up at her.

“It was sunny when I was walking, and then, it wasn’t.” You replied, sticking your tongue out playfully at her as she laughed at you.

Jungeun noticed the goosebumps on your skin and how you were shaking as she walked closer towards you.

“Hey, we don’t want you getting a cold now, go shower. The towels are folded in the cupboard; you know where to find them.” She said, already busying herself in the kitchen, making food for you to eat after you got warmed up.

After showering, you realised you left your gear bag with your change of clothes at the door. Peeking your head out of the bathroom door, you called for Jungeun.

“Hey baby, can you bring me my bag of clothes? It’s just at the door.” You said. After hearing your girlfriend walk around, she came back with a soaking wet gear bag, the pity clear in her eyes.

“Wow, I didn’t think any of this through did I?” You said, laughing at Kim Lip’s hopeless face as she opened the bag and a soggy pair of sweatpants dropped out.

“You’re an idiot,” Jungeun said, walking into her bedroom and throwing your soggy stuff into her laundry basket. Knowing your girlfriend, that was a problem that was going to be left for you to sort out later.

“Hey! It’s not my fault mother nature decided to open up and rain out of nowhere.” You followed her into her room, still wrapped up in two towels, one on your head and the other covering your body.

You watched with a soft smile as Jungeun padded over to her wardrobe, running a hand through her soft hair as she picked out some comfortable clothes for you to wear.

“Here baby, throw these on and then come out to the kitchen, I made you something to eat.” Jungeun walked out, your eyes following her before looking down at the clothes she’d given you. You put them on quickly, shedding the towel around your body, eager to finally change into something warm.

Being enveloped in your girlfriend’s intoxicating scent for the weekend? This is definitely something you’re going to enjoy.

You headed out to the kitchen to see Jungeun sliding pancakes onto a plate, and she couldn’t help but giggle as you almost bounded forward, your stomach grumbling at the mere sight.

Your arms wrapped around your girlfriend’s waist as you stood behind her, waiting for her to finish plating up the second batch of pancakes she made for herself to eat. When she was done, you spun her around in your arms so she was facing you.

“Thank you, baby, really.” You said, squeezing her tight against you.

“It’s nothing, you know I’d do anything for you. Besides, technically I benefit from this too, because you look so good in my clothes.” She said cheekily in return, wrapping her arms around your neck comfortably as she always does.

You smiled at her, suddenly forgetting your words as her gaze locked onto yours. Her eyes were so beautiful, you could’ve stared into them all day if she let you.

You found yourself leaning into Jungeun, your eyelids fluttering shut as your pressed your lips against hers. The kiss was so soft, so perfect. Every time you kissed it felt like your first, her lips so soft and welcoming against yours.

You pulled away with a smile, poking Jungeun’s cheek.

“You’re cute, you know that?”

“Yeah, actually I do know that. Now stop being adorable and eat those pancakes that I slaved over for you.” Jungeun replied, pressing a quick kiss to your lips one last time before you let her go and went to eat the delicious food your girlfriend had made for you.

After stuffing your face and washing up with both yours and your girlfriend’s plates and cutlery, it was Jungeun who decided to attack you with a back hug this time. You waddled out the kitchen with Jungeun attached to your waist.

Both of you headed straight to the couch flopping down and Jungeun letting go of your waist to hold your hand.

“Wow, I’m glad I’m not out there anymore.” You said, looking out the window at the rain pouring down the window, happier now that you were wrapped up warm with your girlfriend right beside you.

“Hmm... You’re happier now because you’re with me right?” Jungeun said, making you look at her. You smiled and nodded, swallowing slightly as she traced a finger along your jawline. Jungeun got closer, so close that you could feel her breath against your skin.

“Hey, I love you.” Your girlfriend whispered, finally closing the gap and giving your eager lips exactly what they wanted.

Jungeun deepened the kiss, moving so she was sitting on your lap. Your hands moved straight to her thighs, holding them as Jungeun’s hands wrapped around the back of your neck.

Jungeun’s hands tugged at your baby hairs, your tongues intertwining just the way you both like it. You got completely lost in the kiss, the only thing on your mind was how good your girlfriend’s lips tasted. You both eventually pulled away for breath, Jungeun biting your lip as she moved back.

Jungeun flopped down beside you, cuddling into your side as you closed your eyes and thought about how god damn lucky you were right now, enjoying the comfortable silence, before finally breaking it a few minutes later.”

“Hey, Jungeun.”

“Yeah, baby?”

“I love you too.”

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asamlambung · 5 years

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“what if not a single thing we prayed for has come to be?” (alt.)

I still don’t know whether I should call this Sandman AU or Meltyland Nightmare AU. But I drew this, it exists, and so does a summary and hcs under this cut.

In this universe, there are beings that regulate dreams called sandmen - Stan being one and recently able to use his powers to other people

A sandman’s role was to bless a child’s sleep with either good dreams or bad ones - based on how “good” they’ve been for the whole day.

They’re able to enter a child’s dreams in case of any outside forces that intend to disturb the planned dream - but it risks the immortality of the sandman to do so and it takes a lot of energy to get out of it

Getting your presence noticed by a child is also greatly frowned in the sandman kind - it makes the dream-production harder for the child and most of the time the sandman leave the child to have dreamless sleeps instead

This is why there’s a short training period for sandfolk who wants to use their powers - so the occupation is not something required to do but you do need a certain amount of commitment to do it

Some people were worried about Stan choosing the occupation in the first place - afraid that his empathy might make him subjectively sort someone’s dreams but with the help of his friends, he manages to pass the training period even if he was left with the echoing statement of not letting his heart dictate his actions from his parents

A few weeks into the job and Stan manages to do his job relatively well but just before entering work monotony, Stan encounters a boy with a situation he’d never seen before

For the whole day, he observed on how the boy had been and was surprised by how much he’d been perfectly good (even the kids he gave good dreams to still had their own faults), but there were obvious signs that he spent the days isolated and lonely - and he seemed to notice that the boy seemed anxious

The main rule for sandfolk to not get attached to the children they were giving dreams to, but when the boy lended his help to a stranded dog - something Stan himself couldn’t do because of his corporeal form as much as he wanted to - he found himself touched by the boy’s actions.

The reason of his anxiety became clear when he went home - when his parents immediately scolded him for the smallest things he did. By the time the boy was getting ready to go to bed, Stan was in utter confusion on what to do to this boy - Butters, as his parents and everyone else called him, but Leopold based on the name he got from his assignment

A well-known secret between sandmen is that the way to determine what a child would dream is based on their conscious, thoughts and opinions that will never see the light of the day. It changes based on their mental state and a sandman gets assigned one person for a duration of a year before moving on to the next batch of people.

From what Stan heard, the type of dreams of one person would vary from one person to another but the boy he was assigned with has the same nightmares everyday and it seemed to affect Butters in a bad way

Sure, everyone talked about the sandpeople who gave up their whole life just for one person but Stan felt a connection with the Butters. He did things that Stan wished he could do and maybe it was because of Stan’s own sappy heart but it was rare to see someone with a heart as sincere as Butters’ own.

He decided to do a gambit that went against everything he was thought - to stave off Butters’ own nightmare by entering Butters’ headspace during his sleep and replacing his nightmares with dreams that are more in line with something that is neither nice or horrible.

So, kinda like a dream purgatory.

It worked, somehow Butters still manages to make the purgatory-dreams into a good dream on his own (even though there was hesitation in his part) and Stan couldn’t muster up the heart to leave him back to another sandperson that will definitely bring back the nightmares to him.

To prevent that from happening, he pulls every “mishap” in the book that would elongate the time he has with Butters. Even roping in his friends to help him.

(Which Kyle is against to but goes along with, Kenny being 100% in after hearing the full story, and Cartman not caring as long as Stan knows he owes him a favor.)

For a consistent amount of time, it seemed like everything was going well. There was a slow but noticeable increase in Butters’ own mental health and no one else was none the wiser for Stan’s situation.

But the whole world was somehow still against the boy and due to the larger amount of power that Stan has to use to maintain the purgatory-dreams, his body is getting weak.

He tried to be patient and hope that something in the real world would be stable enough to get Butters in a better mental space, but the pressure from his friends and the his own drained health makes it hard to be.

It all piles up until at one point during the job Stan has enough and with his weakened power, accidentally reveals himself to Butters in the middle of venting. Fortunately, he was discovered right when the dream was ending.

Butters woke up feeling disoriented and confused on whether that was an actual person on his mind or not - but the question faded enough for the whole day until it was time for another dream.

Meanwhile, Stan managed to get out due to Kyle’s help but he almost landed himself on actual legal trouble with the sandpeople. It was time to stop, and everyone who knew about this agreed.

While surveying Butters in the real world, Stan learns that a meteor shower was happening at where the boy was at. Whenever an object from space interacts with Earth, the sandpeople were at their strongest. In secret, Stan plans the last dream he’ll give for the Butters.

Before going to bed, Butters got into a huge fight with his parents over seeing the meteor shower. Something that affected Stan’s plan as Butters went to sleep.

The nightmares that Butters made up were breaking in , to prevent Butters from seeing them - Stan ended up exposing himself again to protect him.

While talking over dinner, the two learn about each other more than what Stan had learned in his time as Butters’ sandman and the two actually got along well for the short amount of time they had. Maybe it’s due to the fact that Stan was already familiar with him, but Butters was also talking to him like he was talking to an old friend.

In a vulnerable moment as Stan talks about what he’s been doing for Butters, said boy gets consumed by his own nightmares due to Stan’s lowered defense.

It was now that Butters realized how much Stan has sacrificed to protect him. It hurt him to know this, but at the same time - it was the first time he felt any sort of unconditional care for his own well being.

Stan used up the last chunk of his powers to get Butters out of the nightmare permanently. He had a plan where he would have enough power to get out of the dream, but by doing that - he had no juice left to get out. It was a risk he knew and was willing to take.

Distraught, Butters asks why he would do something for someone like him. As Stan explains every single thing he’s experienced that had to do with his current decision, Butters points out that the whole place was melting - even Stan’s own existence was melting.

“Oh, uh. That means you’re waking up.” Stan nonchalantly explains, though the slight tremble in his voice betrays that.

“Will I see you tomorrow, Stan?” Butters asked, worry laced in his voice like he could see through Stan’s own mask.

“...No, you won’t. I’m can’t see you for the rest of my life. Can’t see anyone else either.” The implication behind his words were obvious, and he was afraid that he might make his dreamer cry after saying that.

That was why he was surprised by the smile that answered instead.

“I’m sorry, Stan. Thank you.” It almost sounded bittersweet and hid a lot more words that he wanted to say, but even he can’t deny the sound of the alarm clock echoing in the land.

“Just-- Please don’t forget about this place.” Stan couldn’t say anymore after that, he could feel the tears choking up on his face and hoped that it wasn’t obvious to Butters.

Because through all the fears of losing his life, his friends, his family, and a world to come back to. The one thing he was most scared of was being forgotten by this one boy in front of him.

“I won’t.”

The hug the two shared seemed to last for an eternity and a second and when Butters left - almost looking back but deciding against it - Stan was alone.

And he melted into nothingness.

(When Butters woke up, the boy immediately searched for a pen and paper - something, anything, to write down about his dreams and the boy in it.)

Supposedly, the AU continues to Seventina where it’ll be about how Stan’s actions impact Butters’ life from then on (I still don’t know if it’s just going to be symbolically or if Stan’s actually going to be reincarnated like a soup drama or something) but I’ll leave this AU in the state of open ending because it was only meant to go on for the scope of the song - which does have some different lyric interpretations to fit it into the AU.

Thanks for reading!!

Also I have an alternate AU that came up to my head right when I was about to finish typing this where Stan and Butters are in a more equal standing with them sharing the same dreamspace for a certain amount of time. The flow of the story would more or less be the same though. Well, this alternate version is out there I guess. Have fun with the angst <3.

#stutters #sp stutters #stan marsh #butters stotch #south park #hey let's make a stutters au!! it'll be fun!!#no you make worldbuilding and angst #will all of my shit be based on vocaloid music?? yes #harumaki gohan did not animate his own music video and make his own music just for people to discredit him #also sou also deserves more views for his cover the mixing is good!!#but please someone take this au away from me #i think i suffer from limited english vocab syndrome i feel like i keep repeating the same words #btw read under the cut if you want to know more about the au!!#poffin draws

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lovedinapastlife · 5 years

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Riverdale 3x16 - BIG FUN

BUGHEAD IS BEAUTIFUL~

Oh damn this episode is surreal in a way I’m not entirely comfortable with. But it’s exciting! Everyone’s looking forward to moving on from the craziness of dead bodies, breakups, and…drug trades. Amidst college and running businesses and stuff. Obviously. Normal high school stuff. Kinda reminds me of the nostalgia for season one.

Was the opening Mr. Musical Theater’s big number? Shucks, I wanted more of a sampling. This was mostly talk-singing, which…I’ll take. Kinda like the awkward rocking in the hallway haha.

Lili wearing green makes her eyes pop and my heart go poof. Similarly to Jughead’s adoring fuzzy feelings, I’m sure. DANG. They’re in HIS room now. Are they staying together?! Yay!

Aw I kinda like the idea that Betty and V would help Cheryl look and feel her best after being tossed over (ish)

I love the intros. “Bro it up. Two single straight dudes” like wow.

Chainsaw line is iconic, especially when moving to cut to the title. You think Kevin was subtly trying to dig at Cheryl for forcing him to cater to her?

LET THE BODIES HIT THE FLOOR - another theme of this season

Betty rolling her eyes is amazing.

I love that the girls choreo’d their own fanciness. I liked Cheryl’s batch better but tbh I didn’t enjoy the dance-off and it’s hair-whip noises. Maybe it was so hyped in the behind-the-scenes videos that I found myself cringing at the octopus moves? And Toni’s batch wasn’t in sync so it was that much more awkward to watch. But I did love the “SHUT UP, TONI!” and look B+V exchanged afterwards. Yeah just gonna say up front this episode react is probably not gonna sit well with Toni stans.

Hiram dropping dramatic family stuff and racking up a bill at the Five Seasons. Who would’ve thought he’d be the one to instigate that divorce, right? Veronica cries almost disturbingly well. I’m not sure why she’d want them to be together after the assassination attempts and affairs and general shenanigans, but hey—it’s Riverdale.

Oh god is Betty the only one who notices the death-blue drinks and scary Gargoyle Pig person? These kids are stupid. I did catch Sweet Pea/JD with his slurpee which made me happy. FREEZE YOUR BRAAAAAIN~ Judge away the whole party, Betty. They tend not to be great luck in this town.

“Brainiac?!” Did she just call Reggie that?! HA. Oh geez I hate Evelyn (but I love her flouncy scrunchie and graphic shirts) and I hate Kevin and their stupid cult and drugs. Why can’t brownies ever be normal on a teen show?! Also, HI MIDGE!

I do love the idea of throwing a party to take ownership of Sisters of Quiet Mercy. If only it wasn’t so cult-y. Why are there people in swimsuits in the drowning tub while Archie jumps over them? Also, drugged-up dancing got some good Kevin hip waggles and some yikes s1 arrogant Reggie vibes. But Veggie is on again for 30 seconds? Okay then.

Jughead eating in the background as Betty side-eyes the circle share is such a glorious mood. Aw and then hugs for V. I am LOVING this side-eye mood. How did people not know Archosie was happening when they were always in the practice room, at each other’s houses, and walking in the halls together? So much awkward is happening that the cringe levels are through the roof. Kevin’s hand on his heart was so over-the-top. I kinda loved it? And I’m surprised V didn’t have more of a reaction to the Archie stuff, tbh, even if she’s got bigger things on her mind.

Oh no Toni’s got a solo and it’s here for the color of blood. Literally. Is she pointing at their crotches? Ugh her stripping musical threesome was so insulting it made my stomach churn. They just tried to make it seem like Sweet Pea wants something deep and yet he’s ready for a random hookup again? Peaches hasn’t even had any lines or anything to do but stand around looking smug. They’re trying so hard to make Toni sexy and it’s just feeding the lesbian/bisexual slutty stereotype. Can this show do hookups? Ever? There’s been no sexual/attraction buildup to this “threesome” (honestly Toni hasn’t even been a good friend to SP lately) and there was no fallout afterwards either! She was just like, “COME STRIP ONSTAGE WITH ME and this other person you’ve never talked to but beat the shit out of you one time. Oh wait no I’m good with my clingy yet complimentary ghost gf, you two have fun byeeeee”

Jughead and Betty flirting makes me feel slightly better

OH GOD NO KANGS. At this point the bile I’d been suppressing was legit in my throat. Like, why does attraction/love have to be tied to something awful 90% of the time in this show? Kevin and Fangs could’ve been a cute couple if they built up their connection beyond two lines over the course of two seasons. But no. Cult psychedelic weirdness over Midge, just like Moose and Kevin. Maybe even over Joaquin. DO WE NOT LEARN? I’m not even gonna start with the Farmies.

Archosie scene. Fun spin dance, but I still think they’re cute paper cutouts of nothingness at this stage.

Oh, of COURSE Weatherbee joined a cult. Loser.

I love Cheryl’s Heather Chandler vibe and scrunchie. Good call about making Toni test the tea for poison. Aw, I kinda wanted to see Ghost!JJ.

I have basically a folder full of stills of this scene and narrowed it down to these. Aw baby Jug, Betty understands better than anyone what he’s going through. When Betty was trying to get Jughead to look at her I legit felt emotional. And then they were beautiful. Forever. WE FINALLY GOT THEM DANCING! Oh and on his knees! Proposal vibes! I might’ve watched this scene EIGHT BILLION times for the eyes and hands and general endless soulmate love vibes. Like, this scene made the episode for me. They were so emotional and invested and harmonized like angels and I needed that in my life so thank you, universe. I hope Cole and Lili get to do amazing scenes like this together in the future because it was beautiful.

Ch*ni kinda interrupted my mains with their totally different vibe and zero choreography, even though they did sound lovely. Neither of them have changed their behavior to make their relationship work internally, whereas Bughead are sick of the external forces of the town trying to destroy their childhood icons/innocence and bonding over their love for each other despite their familial madness. I need a Bughead exclusive soulmates cut. Thank you.

Haha um...I think closing the drug lab in general would be good? Maybe not during the musical when Betty might be vulnerable again (and the rest of Riverdale) but hey...it’s entirely possible it’s emotional and not logical of me to say that ;) Sheriff FP seems extremely unbothered by mobile drug labs in town so why should we be, right?

HIRAM! SAY IT LIKE IT IS! I love that he called out Veronica’s shock over Hermione trying to have him killed. Twice. How rude.

I actually really liked Cami’s interpretation of “Lifeboat.” It’s pretty, but I’m not sure it added much to her story? Same with her attempt to have her parents go to opening night together. Maybe that song is more of an overarching theme for her story this season. Ish? But she also distances herself from people? Mehhhh overanalyzing Riverdale hurts my brain. And then her ploy to have one last happy memory is just them not looking or talking at each other and she feels worse. Ouch.

Why is there so much old stereo equipment in their house? I know they worked at a garage/scrapyard, but I didn’t see any speakers? I care too much about set dressings but whatever. Poor FP is dealing with hazards of being on the job. Gladys had hilarious delivery like, “Oh nooooo. Drugs. That’s terrible.” Also, she’s totally drinking beer in front of him, a recovering alcoholic. Classy. And also telling. Jughead and Betty are just side-eyeing in the background.

Did Cheryl send herself all those roses?! XD I did think the “blot” moment was cute but I still don’t understand what’s changed. I don’t even know if Veggie is a thing. Probably not. Okay then. Did love Reggie looking in the handheld mirror totally in-character though.

I KNEW THEY’D BURN THE PLACE DOWN ONE DAY! Omg the puns. The fire extinguisher. The kiss—oh oh my. Arson and tender body touching. All right. I’m down. Do they have a car now? Is Bughead gonna live in it? I cannot handle their passion in the best way possible.

The finale choreography was terrible. Oh my god was that cringe. I mean, couldn’t we at least get them looking at each other for a sec like the adorable Bughead moment of holding hands? Or someone helping V when looking at her parents? I get that they’re entreating the audience to be better (like Betty’s speech a billion years ago), but it didn’t hit the mark with me for some reason. My expression was mostly a mix of the Jones’. Was it just me, or did everyone onstage look like they were in some range of pretending really hard not to feel uncomfortable?

HI CHAD! The cult is terrifying. Also, if all the psychos are there, why aren’t Alice and Polly in attendance? The woooooorst. Was no one else inclined to clap like a normal person? Evelyn in general was interesting, trying to earn her father’s approval and everyone’s trust, but it’s usually so messed up on drugs and stuff that I don’t quite enjoy her scenes. Everything with the Farm is usually deferred, which annoys me, but we’ll get our answers soon, I’m sure. I want more Chad. I’m curious if the buildup is gonna pay off ^-^

And people are going through windows next time?

I really wanted the “hell” line from Heathers when Bughead came back from burning stuff down but I will live. Okay. Put our bids in for next season’s musical now and how long it’s gonna take us to get a promise/engagement ring on Bughead. Thank you.

#riverdale react #riverdale reaction #3.16 #3x16 #riverdale #BIG FUN

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savingprivatebirb · 6 years

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adjflfjskdkggk i hATE myself for doing this

the losers play dnd shit (under the cut bc this shit got long whoops)

okay so i suddenly decided to do this let’s go

okay first of all - bill is definitely the dm of the game and gets help from ben whenever he needs helping planning something

he gets really into describing everything and he gets all into story mode and becomes all flowly like how writers get

but like bc of his love for horror, most of their games have really freaky villains and bosses that he describes in gory detail

once when he was describing a boss and he got way too into it and eddie just straight up got up and left the room

speaking of rooms - they play in bill and richie’s dining room bc 1) bill’s the dm and it’s just easier that way and 2) they have the biggest table

they started a campaign because bill really wanted to try dm-ing and he was most comfortable doing that with the losers

richie said yes right away bc he would do anything for bill

bev, ben, and mike all agreed bc they wanted to try it out and also because bill asked them if they would

eddie only agreed if bill made him a batch of cookies

hint: bill made the cookies

stan was “reluctant” at first but once he found out all the other losers were already on board he whipped out an already filled out character sheet and asked “when do we start?”

now for our players!!!

bev

her character is a large ass orc barbarian woman named commander b. shepard

“is this just your shepard from mass effect, bev?”

“fuck you she’s great and this is her previous life”

she’s lawful neutral

she’s very much by-the-book and believes in personal order

she’s fuckin’ tall at 6’7” and has grey skin and a shaved head and is buff as FUCK

like she could e a s i l y hold like half of the group at once

wears fur armour with leather accents

weapon of choice: war-hammer named baby-puncher

bc when she punches people they cry like babies

so she named her weapon after herself

her two skills: athletics and intimidation

fun facts:

she has a british accent

back home she has a small dog named ham

her daily routine consists of waking up before dawn and working out until the others wake up

ben

his character is a tortle monk man named donatello

richie: what the fuck ben that’s just a teenage mutant ninja turtle

bill: smh can’t you listen, rich? he’s a monk tortle

ben, nodding and in a serious voice: monk tortle

he’s neutral good

doesn’t really know what’s going on but is along for the friends and journey

he has a blue-green shell and yellow-green skin and he stands at roughly 5’ even

he wears a purple scarf around his neck and that’s it bc he’s a fucking turtle he doesn’t need clothes

weapon of choice: quarterstaff

richie: “this is plagerism”

monastic tradition: way of the open hand

his two skills: acrobatics and history

fun facts:

has three brothers

his father was also a monk and was his teacher

favorite color is actually orange but his brother took that scarf despite donnie being older

mike

his character is a bard(in) gnome guy named ol’ farmer pickette down the lane

that is legally his full name

he’s chaotic good

a chaotic lil’ shit who does what he wants and that tends to be farming and giving to those who don’t have much to offer

kinda like robin hood but in gnome form

just tryin’ his best

lmao fucking shortstack at 3’5” and has an awesome ass white beard

he’s literally dressed in a blue tunic and brown pants and wears a pointy red hat and he’s constantly covered in flowers

has a bag full of fruits and vegetables

eddie: are you going to share?

mike: if y’all are good. it’ll be like doggy-daycare training

weapon of choice: sickle that he used for farming

has a foldable shovel in his pack for emergencies

eventually ends up going to the bard college of whispers

favorite cantrips: dancing lights and mending

favorite spells: speak with animals, animal friendship, and comprehend languages

his two skills: animal handling and streetwise

fun facts:

really loves animals

has a cow back on his farm named pickles,

a chicken named sunshine,

and a goat named boo (she’s white)

misses his animals

stan

his character is an aarakocra (a humanoid bird-person) warlock guy named doctor doc kazoo

not that kind doctor

just a biologist who wants to be left alone

he’s true neutral

doesn’t really care about what’s going on

but got roped into being in the group anyway

he’s of nightjar descent so he’s made up of grey and brown feathers and he’s tall standing at 6’5”

he wears green robes and has a pouch he carries everywhere full of preening supplies

weapon of choice: battle umbrella

its red so that blood isn’t too obvious

patron: the great old one: the great avian

it’s literally big bird- he made big bird is patron of choice

ben: great avian ??

stan: yea

ben: ????

stan: he’s big and yellow

bev: oh my god

most used cantrips: light and message

most used spells: illusory script, find familiar, and chromatic orb

his two skills: investigation and nature

fun facts:

was actually friends with wolfe (richie’s character) before the events of the campaign began

regrets knowing wolfe

studies nature and stuff in it

pirates on the side

eddie

his character is an elf druid woman named gazzie bo

she’s lawful good

does not like evil shit – tolerates some bad shit

doesn’t go back on her word and expects the same from others

she’s 5’10” wood elf with dem pointy ears that move around and shit and reveal her emotions

wears green and brown robes that blend in with her surrounding

also owns greyish-brown robes for mountains/rocks

doesn’t like shoes or wearing them

weapon of choice: dual scimitars

the position of them change depending

sometimes they’re sheathed on her back, sometimes her thighs

druid circle: forest

preferred cantrips: infestation and thorn whip

preferred spells: cure wounds, detect poison and disease, and healing word

her two skills: medicine and nature

fun facts:

is friends with a deer that grew up with her – her name is gazzie doe

richie: sorry bill, i’m leaving you for eddie and gazzies

is mostly a lover, not a fighter, but will fucking cut a bitch up

has a huge lesbian crush on shepard

richie

his character is a male rouge archer human werewolf pirate named captain wolfe “four-leg” mclupin

he’s chaotic neutral

other people whom?

does not care about laws and regulations – hence one of the reasons why he became a pirate

cares about very few people in his life

he’s just… richie… mclupin is literally just richie’s self-insert

“he’s 6’1” and ruggedly handsome- everyone wants a piece of him. he has the natural skills of a sailor; it’s like he was born at sea. he’s charming and witty, a total mysterious stranger. he has wolf-like features, but he doesn’t turn into a wolf once a month??? why would you even ask that??”

he very obviously has wolf ears and a wolf tail and peculiarly sharp teeth

he wears a long coat and a poofy white shirt and a pirate hat even when they’re not on his boat

weapon of choice: his bow and arrows- lovingly named magnum shlong and the dicklings

the losers: richie what the hell

bill: no let him speak

he also has a yo-yo

this is used both for his enjoyment and as a weapon

his two skills: performance and sleight of hand

fun facts:

the only way he can swim is if he doggy-paddles

likes his meat more on the rare side

is wary of new people but if you pet his hair he’ll be your friend

and for kicks here’s who bill’s character would be if someone else (ben) ever dm’ed:

he is a tortle monk like ben but named leonardo da vinci

he’s lawful good

say no to evil, kids

has an dark olive shell and yellow-brown scales

joins donatello in being naked bc tortle’s can’t wear clothes and he, too, has a scarf – a blue one this time

weapon of choice: two katana

monastic tradition: way of the open hand

his two skills: acrobatics and stealth

fun facts:

him and donatello are brothers (plus two others)

richie: are you fucking serious

carries around paints and paper

*shrugs* “gotta live up to both names”

#stephen kings it #it 2017 #hinted at #bichie #bill denbrough #beverly marsh #ben hanscom #stanley uris #mike hanlon #eddie kaspbrak #richie tozier #private talks #headcanon #my hcs #klfj;kgag #this took forever and i never want to play dnd now #but if i did im just gonna steal one of these folks bc i basically created seven characters #kill me

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jackofftao · 7 years

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Chenle High School AU!

Okay I know I haven't POSTED anyTHing In FOreveR and I meant to write a mx thing because ya know,,,,, concert

But idk Chenle is an actual CUTIE PIE AND HE IS MY BIAS HOW IS HE OLDER THAN ME BY LIKE A COUPLE OF MONTHS I’M YELLING PLEASE SEND HELP

*clears throat*

so uh yeah,,, stan china line

I will have a mx scenario out soon,,,,,,,,,maybe

LETS START:

So high school sucks but all of your friends are there so,, it’s cool for now,,,until midterms and finals

then everyone is sUFFeriNG

but like the weird stuff you see keeps you going ya know?

Like the one time that kid in 2nd period took out a loaf of bread, a jar of peanut butter, and a jar of jelly then made a sandwich with it??

Or the Ap World teacher who once stopped you and your friends in the hallway to tell you how to take over a country in 5 easy steps

Your friends are also wild

Jisung is in your Lit class and your teacher assigns these writings

and everyone figured out that she only checks for completion and doesn't actually read them?

Jisung wrote the entire lyrics of fergalicious for his assignment once and still got a 100 on it

He’s a little shit sometimes but he’s funny so you keep him around

and today he is back at his shenanigans again

he decided to write your number on a piece of paper with “Text me” written at the top and he said he was going to drop it in the hallway if you didn't give him the answers for the Bio homework

and your like “I spent 2 hours on just the front of the bio homework last night there is no way I'm giving them to you”

he just sat there “:) be like that then”

so when the bell rang he dropped the paper in the hallway

it was the bell signaling Lunch too so there were people everywhere and the paper was nowhere to be seen

you tried looking for it after the hallways cleared but ? it wasn't there ?

Jisung was at his lunch table and you ran up to it and sat down

“Jisung I've known you for a while and you won't let me live but jesus I tried looking for the paper and I can't find it, what have you gotten me into”

he just sat there eating his salad

“So you gonna give me the Bio answers or what?”

7th period came around

math

the teacher was really chill tho

like she would talk about the notes for 15 minutes then that was it for the day and the rest of the class was basically free time

she never checked the homework either

so you were playing on your phone and then you got a text from a random number

and you just shut down

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curiosity got the best of you so you looked at it

from: Unknown number

“Hey uh this is a bit weird but I was walking to lunch and I found this paper on the floor that had a number and “Text me” written on it so I decided to text whoever you are while I'm bored in Bio”

Que your heart stopping

Might as well text back? what’s the worst that could happen?

To: Unknown Number

“Yeah sorry, my friend dropped my number in the hall because I wouldn't give him the Bio answers. I’m bored too, math am I right?”

From: Unknown Number

“Idk math is kinda cool, I like the numbers. Bio however? Gross. A jellyfish’s mouth is also its anus? I could have lived with out that information”

You decided to save their number because they seem cool,,, makes life interesting ya know

Bad news, their text made you giggle and Jisung is asking what your laughing at

“nOthIng”

“you wouldn't be laughing at nothing SPILL thE bEaNs”

so you told him

more bad news, now he won't let you live x2

but you keep on talking to this mystery person

neither of you really say who you are and its been a month

“You should really ask who they are, they seem cute. Plus it seems like you have a crush on them awwww”

“Shut up jisung”

after removing his hands from squishing your cheeks your phone got a notification

ding!

“AWWWW CUTEEEEE<<33 YOU’RE BLUSHING!!!”

“shUt uP JIsaNg :p”

“I told you not to call me jisang :(”

ding!

“..... ;) maybe you should come up with a cute nickname for this mystery person”

From: Mystery

“Helpppppp I didn't know we had bio homework last night and I didn't do it,, send answers please !!!! I’ll buy you a cookie!!”

From: Mystery

“HUrrY I have bio nExt PeRiOd PleasE”

Usually you don't give your answers to a n y o n e

but this mystery person seems nice and as silly as it seemed you started to possibly form a crush on the unknown person

putting off doing math homework to text them

texting them constantly

finding out a lot about them,,,,,and them finding out a lot about you

late nights talking with them

all this led to a tiny tiny huge crush and you had a soft spot for them

so you gave them the answers

“hEy!! You never give me the bio answers!”

thats cuz you're a little shit

“:) idk what you're talking about jisang :))))))”

ding!

From: Mystery

“Thank You so so so so so so so so much <3!!!! Where should we meet so I can give you that cookie?”

“Dude that cookie is mine I helped set you two up”

“thats not how this works jisung”

so you and mystery person decide to meet up that Friday after school at the sign

que being nervous for two days

and que being REALLY REALLY nervous Friday

they said they would be wearing a green jacket

so the last bell rung and you could care less about the cookie all you cared about was meeting this mystery person in a green jacket

Over the past two days you wondered who they were

did you know them?

what did they look like?

How old are they!!!

you just hoped they were around your age

,,,,,,,,and cute

so you made it to the sign and there wasn't anybody there let alone someone in a green jacket

you looked around the immediate area and still no person wearing a green jacket

great, maybe it was a prank

you picked up your book bag and started to leave, you didn't want to look like more of a fool than you already did

but then there was this,,,, scream?

it sounded like a dolphin ?

but there was no zoo nearby ?

and it was getting closer ???????????

it sounded like the scream he did with the kite

So you turned around and there is an extremely loud boy in a green jacket running at full speed while screaming

everyone is looking at him

wait a minute--- green jacket ??

he is getting closer but isn't slowing down and tbh you are starting to worry because he's about to run straight into the-

mphHH

that was the sound of air being knocked out of you

this boy didn't run into the sign he ran into you

in a hug

a really warm hug

he’s also cute

and maybe part dolphin

so he pulls away and he just a little bit taller than you so you don't have to look up that much

and he’s smiling

your heart just skipped a beat

this- this cute boy is the one I was texting ?????!??!?!!?!??

“Hey you are the mystery person who's friend left their number in the hall right?”

“And you are the mystery person who said they be at the sign in a green jacket?”

“Yeah,,, sorry about that. My bio teacher wanted to talk to me,, I fell asleep in class today BUT I got your cookie!!”

“Oh,, yeah it’s no problem! Thank you for the cookie, you really didn't have to”

“but I wanted to”

and he hands you the cooke

and you both kind of stand there??

“Go on try it! I made it myself!”

so you ate a piece and it was ,,, really good

so you ate the rest of it

“Dude that was a really good cookie oh my god you should be on a cooking show”

he just laughs

and it sounds like a dolphin

but he's cute and his dolphin laugh/scream is endearing

its also hurts peoples ears because its so loud

“I brought a whole batch of them,,, we could eat them as I walk you home”

what a gentleman

“Oh I’m Chenle by the way”

“I’m Y/n”

he was loud the whole time he walked you home but it was cute

you might need a hearing aid but oh well it'd be worth it

he was in the same grade as you even tho he was older

his birthday was a late one so

and when the both of you arrived at your door step his ears were red

“Here you can have the rest of the cookies, we can meet at the sign Monday so you can give the container back.”

“Thank you so much,,,,,,,, for everything” and you gave him a small smile despite the situation being awkward

“It’s really nothing.”

and then he walked a little closer and kissed your cheek

“HAveAgreatWEEKenD!”

and he was off

running away screaming his dolphin laugh

you hoped his face was as red as yours

Monday comes around and there he is, running up to you screaming

when is he not screaming

you swear he is the loudest boy you have ever met

he engulfs you in a hug again

“Here is your container”

“Oh thanks! here I’ll walk you home”

and when you reach your doorstep he kisses your cheek again and runs away screaming before you can do anything

so the next day the school bell rings and ding!

From: Dolphin boy <3

“We are meeting by the sign right?”

To: Dolphin boy <3

“Yeah”

Today you had a plan

when you reached your doorstep and you kissed his cheek first

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Chenle is not responding at this moment sorry come back later

so you poke his other cheek and he just breaks out into a HUGE grin and hugs you

he laughs when he hugs you so now you can't hear anything lol

“so does this mean we are dating now?”

“If you don't mind?”

“I wouldn't mind at all”

You two do the same pattern everyday

you eat lunch together with Jisung and he walks you home

Jisung now wants a cookie from Chenle as payment for helping get you two together

but Chenle only ever gives cookies to you

awwww

He claims it’s a special couple thing

the end for now~

Gif not mine

I usually don't do end notes but

STAN MY BOY HERE

STAN CHINA LINE

SHOW THEM LOVE

#nct scenarios #nct dream #nct dream scenarios #chenle scenarios #chenle #chenle imagines #china line #chenle au #chenle Highschool au #nct au

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ryukogo · 7 years

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inferno

Summary: There are fires in Nichole’s eyes that Token wishes he could take away, if only to bring her the peace of mind she deserved but could never have.

Prompt: Fire - You can take the word ‘fire’ and twist it a million ways, but personally, I’m thinking of those first few campfires of the year. It’s still chilly at night, and the flames of a little fire pit are just enough to keep warm. Is your muse on a camping trip too? Are they playing with fire, and perhaps being a little too risky? Does the fire make them happy or fearful? What kind of emotions does it bring out to them? Is your interpretation of the prompt ‘fire’ much more sinister than I could ever imagine? On second thought, I don’t know if I’m ready.

Words: 5301

Link is in the title if you wish to read it on AO3!

“You’re not going?”

Nichole paused in her weeding, leaning and sitting back on the heels of her boots to look back up at her boyfriend, Token, standing on the thick stone border between her gardenias and her peonies, maintaining a rather impressive balancing act for someone as large as him. “No, I don’t think I’m going.”

“Why not?” Token watched as the girl deftly pulled out a weed nestled among the gardenias and threw it over her shoulder in a perfect arc into the pile of uprooted weeds. “Are you going to be busy?”

Nichole thought about it for a moment, and then shook her head, searching around for another weed. “Not in particular, no.”

“Then what’s the matter?” Pause. “Is it because Stan and his crew are going?”

Nichole’s amber eyes glittered in amusement as she rose from the gardenias to move over to the tulips, and Token followed, balancing precariously on the stone borders that kept each flower patch separate from each other. “You know very well that I have nothing against Stan and his friends. He’s sweet, if not a little sad all the time. Kenny’s fun and a gentleman. Kyle you know how I feel about.”

“And Cartman?” Token pressed, adjusting the yellow sweater loosely tied at the base of his neck.

Nichole paused, and then shrugged. “He got you and I together the first time around all those years ago, didn’t he?” Another weed went sailing over her shoulder. “Besides, he’s kind to me. We hold civil conversations about musicals he’s obsessed with.”

“Really?”

“Is it truly that baffling?” Nichole pulled out another weed from within the tulips. “What matters is that he’s nice to me. We’ll work on him being nicer to everyone else eventually.”

“You are a saint,” Token mumbled helplessly.

Nichole laughed. “So I’ve been told. Seriously, though, he’s a good person.”

Token scoffed loudly. “Uh-huh.”

“I stand by what I said,” Nichole restated calmly. “Or sit, as the situation seems to be. And honestly, if he was such a bad person, then us being together was a bad idea as well.”

“...”

“He’s misguided, sunshine. At least, I’d like to think so. I like to think the best of people, even if there’s too little of it there,” With a critical eye, Nichole surveyed the tulips as she awaited her boyfriend’s answer.

“...” With a groan, Token conceded. “Once again, you’re right,” Token held up his hands in surrender, though there was a laugh threatening to escape his lips, judging from the twitching of the corners of his mouth. “I don’t even know why I bother, sweetpea. You’re going to find the good in everyone no matter how hard someone tells you that they’re irredeemable.”

The girl laughed, pausing in her weeding to look up at him. “Don’t stop trying, sunshine. Who knows, maybe you’ll win an argument someday.”

“But this wasn’t an argument,” Token laughed, looking down at her.

“Friendly banter?” Nichole teased, rising to her full height.

Token leaned forward and pressed a chaste kiss to her lips, grinning. “If you say it is.”

“You are a tease.”

“I’m reliable with the ladies, as they say.”

“That’s not what Wendy said,” Nichole told him, and laughed heartily at the pout that crossed his face. With a giggle, she stepped out from within the tulip patch, shrugging off her gloves, before telling him, “I was joking, sunshine. And you’re no Aaron Burr.”

“Not funny,” Token groaned as he hopped off the stones to stand next to her. “And I could be Aaron Burr if I tried. But I don’t want to.”

“Estella’s been looking to add you to the cast for this year’s play for a while, though.”

“I can’t sing.”

“Oh, poppies and dandies, you too can sing,” Nichole huffed, but there was a twinkle in her eye as she spoke. “Reconsider, maybe? Just try and audition, and if you don’t get in, that’s alright, but if you do, hooray! That means I finally have a Burr.”

Token stared. “... You’re playing Theodosia.”

“Theodosia doesn’t show up in the musical at all, sunshine - both mother and daughter,” Nichole teased. “But if you got in as Burr you could try and bargain with Estella to add dancing scenes between Burr and Theodosia Sr.”

“Deal,” Token agreed. “But like, okay. Back to my first question. Why aren’t you going camping with the rest of us? The whole batch is going.”

Nichole looked thoughtfully down at her muddied boots, brow creasing in what appeared to be nervousness from Token’s point of view, all jubilation from the previous conversation disappearing. “I... I don’t know. I’m not one for camping, really.”

“It’s more of a bonfire, honestly,” Token attempted to placate. “We’re going out to one of those nearby wide plains and whoever got allowed to go camping is going to be there. I know Red’s going to be there with Jason and Craig, and so are Heidi and Powder. You wouldn’t be the only girl there, and- you know, I’m there too, so that’s extra incentive,” He flashed a grin at her, and she giggled.

Nichole tucked a lock of hair behind her ear as she sighed. “Well... I just... I don’t know. I’ve never gone camping before so I’m afraid I’ll... do something weird and people will think I’m strange for it.”

“Bullshit. I’ll fight them.”

“Sunshine, don’t. And language.”

Token deflated, but otherwise he said, “Sorry. But like, yeah. Sweetpea, it’s going to be fine. Whatever happens, I’ll be there to remedy it. Okay? Reconsider going?’

“...”

“I won’t press any further if you really don’t want to go, but if you decide sometime later on in the day that you want to go,” Token gave her a hug. “You can always just text me, and I’ll come over and pick you up. The guys won’t mind if we took a detour to your house to pick you up.”

Nichole returned the hug loosely, if only to spare her boyfriend from her dirty overalls. “... Thanks, sunshine. You’re the best.”

“Love you.”

“Love you too.”

-=-=-=-

That night, as Craig’s gang piled into Token’s shiny new car, Token took the time to glance at his phone, checking the screen to see if any notifications had popped up.

You have 0 new messages.

Guess she’s not coming, Token thought quietly, and with a sigh, he craned his head around to check if everyone was in the car already. “Is everyone in? I’m gonna start the car.”

“Kevin’s still running an errand,” Clyde, sitting shotgun, informed him. “He’ll catch up later, I think? Unless we’re going now, in which case he might hitch a ride with Thomas and the Tuckers, minus Craiggy boy over here.”

“Don’t call me that.”

Token raised an eyebrow. “You sure? I thought Kevin was with you guys earlier, I know I saw you two at the ice cream parlor with Red and Bebe.”

“Yeah, wuh-w-weh.. w-well, he said he fuh-f-forgot he promised Esther s-suh-s-something, and just...” Jimmy made a skedaddling motion with his fingers. “Poof.”

Tweek just shook his head. “A-anyway, are we going, Token?”

Token glanced over his phone again.

You have 0 new messages.

“... Yeah, let’s go,” Token sighed, and faced the front of the car again, starting it up and driving towards the outskirts of town, where most of the batch would be gathering for the night’s bonfire. As Craig, Tweek, and Jimmy all chattered in the background with Clyde, who leaned back every now and then to converse with them, Token let himself be immersed in the feeling of driving, only glancing every now and then to see if there would be anything on his phone.

You have 0 new messages.

Token sighed. Why do I keep checking if she’s going to text me?

You have 0 new messages.

Tweek’s eyes shone curiously as Token’s hand brushed over his phone again to check for messages, before he sighed once more. She really isn’t coming.

You have 0 new messages.

... I should’ve tried to convince her more... Craig looked up from his phone to see Token’s hand lingering over his own phone, checking again.

You have 0 new messages.

Token wanted to bang his head against the wheel. Or... I dunno. Maybe it’s not my place to just BEG her to-

You have 1 new messages.

Token screeched to a stop, sending the other boys flying forwards and then backwards. Good thing they had on seatbelts.

“Jesus fuck, Token, what was that?!” Clyde demanded as Craig tried to soothe a jittery Tweek. Jimmy felt around for his fallen crutches, but, being unable to reach them, had to ask Craig to reach over for them.

Token ignored him in favor of opening the message.

From: Sweetpea 🌸🌸🌸

where are you?

Not even Clyde would have been able to miss the delighted glint in Token’s eye as he typed out his reply rapid-fire.

To: Sweetpea 🌸🌸🌸

We’re almost at the campsite. Why? Should I turn around and pick you up?

A minute passed. And then, a reply.

From: Sweetpea 🌸🌸🌸

don’t pick me up, okay? i just thought i’d text you to let you know.

From: Sweetpea 🌸🌸🌸

i probably interrupted your driving, didn’t i?? :(( i’m sorry, you should probably head on over to the campgrounds. we can talk more later, okay, sunshine??

Token visibly deflated, leaving the other boys to wonder what exactly Nichole had said to get him to react that way. With a morose sigh, he replied.

To: Sweetpea 🌸🌸🌸

It’s alright. And yeah, we’ll talk again later. TTYL? <3

Token put down his phone, and with a sigh, restarted the car and drove the rest of the way there. He didn’t notice, however, the last message Nichole sent.

From: Sweetpea 🌸🌸🌸

see you later!! <3

-=-=-=-

As the boys piled out of the car, laughing among themselves, Token pocketed his phone, missing the little blinking green light indicating that he had a new message. He did, however, notice the sounds of footsteps approaching him from behind, and, looking up, he saw that the others had already gone towards where the commotion was, so that meant it was someone else behind him. Probably one of the others.

He turned around, and goggled.

“Hey,” Nichole greeted, smiling shyly up at him. She was wrapped only in a lilac scarf with a long pink jacket thrown over her dark gray blouse and black skirt, which she had embroidered with little pink flowers.

“You came?” were the first words that came out of his mouth, and at Nichole’s giggle, he flushed a little darker. “I mean, obviously you did, but- I thought you-”

“Surprise?” Nichole tried. “I thought about it and... well, it was Kevin who convinced me to go.”

“Unfair. How come you go when Kevin asks you to go?”

Nichole laughed, looping an arm around one of Token’s. “I can’t say no to Kevin, sunshine. Can you say no to Kevin?”

“Well, no,” Token admitted, and Nichole laughed again.

“Dummy. Come on, let’s go head up towards the others.”

-=-=-=-

“So the belle of the ball actually came,” Clyde drawled, bowing dramatically to kiss Nichole’s hand. “A pleasure to have you this evening, Mademoiselle Daniels.”

Nichole laughed. “Oh, you.”

“I thought you weren’t coming!” Wendy exclaimed, delighted to see the girl. With a tight embrace, she asked, “What convinced you?”

“Kevin.”

“Ah.”

“Gahddammit Kevin,” was Cartman’s only thoughtless reply before Wendy lightly kicked him in the knee. Since he was already seated on the grass, it didn’t knock him down - it just stung a little. “Ah, fuck, bitch, don’t do that!”

“Reflex, sorry,” Wendy apologized before refocusing on Token and Nichole. “So. Now that everyone is really here, we can start the bonfire!”

“I’ve got the marshmallows!” Red cheered.

Timmy waved a bunch of sticks around. “Timmeh!”

“Yeah, we have the sticks!” Lola grinned, she and Esther both keeping Timmy’s wheelchair from sliding down the hill.

“The Goth kids have the li- hey, wait a minute,” Stan looked at where the Goth kids were supposed to be, and found only Michael, fiddling with what they assumed was the lighter. If anyone asked, Tweek certainly recognized it - he’d gifted one to each Goth kid on Christmas, and this one was the one he’d given the eldest. “Michael, where are Pete and Henrietta?”

“They weren’t coming, I told you already,” Michael grumbled. “I’m not conforming to them not coming, so yeah. Got the lighter or whatever.”

“Hold on, Damien isn’t coming?” Esther looked around. “We could’ve asked him to light up the bonfire for us.”

Tweek shook his head. “P-Pip’s hosting a sleepover with the transfers.”

“So that’s...” Milly counted on her fingers. “Pip, Damien, Gregory, Christophe, Estella, and Pocket?”

Jenny looked scandalized. “What?! We invited Estella to the bonfire, why’s she going to a sleepover with them?! She’s the only girl there!”

“I don’t think Estella particularly - SHIT! - cares,” Thomas sighed. “Besides, we invited the others too. Maybe they just - FUCK! - didn’t want to come.”

“Well, either way, we’ll respect their decisions,” Wendy nodded towards Michael. “We still have our means of setting things on fire anyway. Now what else is missing?”

“I have the kindling and tinder!” Powder tossed said kindling into the air, scattering it all over the grass. “... Oops.”

“Never mind that, we can push them all together later,” Heidi reassured before gesturing for the others to gather around.

As the ones who brought the materials gathered round, Token moved forward on Clyde’s insistence, the brunet’s hand clutched firmly in Bebe’s as he tugged on the darker skinned boy’s sleeve.

“C’mon, Token, let’s watch ‘em light the bonfire!” Clyde’s grin spread from ear to ear before he and Bebe squeezed their way past Tweek and Craig and Stan and Kyle. Token laughed, and was about to follow them, when he realized something crucial.

Turning around, he saw that Nichole had stayed behind, fiddling with her scarf quietly, eyes cast to the floor. He couldn’t see it thanks to the scarf, but he knew she was frowning - he could see it in her eyes.

“Sweetpea?” Nichole looked up at the sound of his voice, and she smiled wanly. Token approached her, concerned. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, thank you,” She told him gently, but the look in her eyes didn’t disappear.

“You don’t look okay,” Token told her, taking one of her hands into his. “You really didn’t have to go tonight if you didn’t want to, you know. If you’re uncomfortable I’ll take you home right now, and we can watch Hamilton until one of us passes out.”

Nichole giggled, and then shook her head. “No, it’s- I came all this way, sunshine. You wanted so badly to see me go, didn’t you?”

“I- well-” Token sighed. “It would have been the best thing, yes, but that doesn’t mean you have to sacrifice your own comfort for mine. It wouldn’t have changed anything if you didn’t go tonight.”

“But I wanted to go,” She argued lightly. “If not for the bonfire, then for you. I came here for you, and you are not going to be able to send me back home easily, Token Black. I came here for you and so help me I will stay here for you and you can’t tell me otherwise.”

Silence.

Token held a hand to his heart. “Woman, you give me the weirdest feelings in my heart.”

“Sometimes?”

“All the time. But especially when you do things like these.”

She laughed again, and, after a few moments, she tentatively moved closer and clung to his arm. “We can go to the bonfire now, if you want. I think they’re almost done setting up.”

Token glanced back, and, upon seeing Michael approaching the pile of sticks and kindling, nodded. “Let’s go, then. I’ll be right there with you.”

“And I you.”

-=-=-=-

“Nichole?”

Token didn’t know what had happened until it was too late.

He and Nichole had approached the bonfire, comfortably sitting next to Butters and Kenny, and everything had still been going fine then.

Michael had then flicked open the lighter, the small flame casting a faint glow on his face, and it was then that Token had felt Nichole’s grip on his arm tighten. He didn’t know what to make of it yet, but he had moved his arm to wrap her in a tighter embrace - those usually worked.

And then the pile was set ablaze.

It happened so fast that nobody had expected it, but the moment the flames rose high above their heads, Nichole had broken free of Token’s embrace, shaking. Those who noticed had looked at her, and had yelled in alarm when she had turned around and run away from the fire, heading straight for the forest nearby.

When Token asked the girls, none of them knew why she had run away, but one thing was for certain: they had to find her.

“Nichole? Sweetpea?”

Token searched the woods for the girl, as did everyone else in Craig’s gang and some of the girls - notably Red and Heidi - , but there was no trace of the girl anywhere. Not that they could tell, anyway. It was dark and the undergrowth seemed to be growing thicker.

“Where could she have gone?” Clyde asked him, wandering up to him.

Token shook his head. “I don’t know... she can’t have gone home yet, home was in the other direction. She must be around here somewhere.”

“Maybe we could look for her tomorrow.”

“No,” Token shook his head. “I can’t stand the thought of her just being alone here in the woods all night, dude. If you want to go back, it’s fine, but I’ll be searching for her all night if I have to.”

Clyde looked thoughtful. “We love her as much as you do, you know. She’s practically family.”

“I know,” was Token’s clipped response. “Clyde, just- go back to the bonfire, and to everyone else. Go with Craig, Tweek, Jimmy, and Kevin, and go back.”

“Are you su-”

“Just go. I’ll be able to find her.”

With only a quick bow of his head, Clyde ducked back and away from his taller friend, leaving the boy in the purple sweater to continue searching for his teary-eyed girlfriend in the dark forest, the only sounds being the crickets chirping and the occasional crunching of the leaves under his shoes.

“Nichole? Sweetpea, where are you?” Token called again, a hand outstretched to feel for supporting tree trunks near him. He’d be damned if he didn’t find her before the sun rose high above the mountains, and so help him, he’d lose all his limbs if it would bring her back to him safe and sound.

An owl hooted on a branch above him, and with a sigh, he looked up at it. “I don’t suppose you know where Nichole is, do you?”

The owl tilted its head to the side, and for a moment Token could have sworn there was a glimmer of intelligence in its eyes. And then, with a hoot, it swooped down and tugged at Token’s yellow sweater, pulling him forward.

“H-hey-! Let go, you crazy-” Token struggled, but eventually decided that it really wasn’t worth risking the yellow sweater’s destruction - Nichole had made it for him, knitted it herself for quite some time without him finding out, and it held a special place in his heart next to all his cashmere sweaters. To see it ruined would hurt him more than it would Nichole. “Ugh, whatever- just drag me there if you want.”

If someone were to witness what was happening right now, they would have been treated to the comical sight of a tall teenage boy being dragged around by an owl barely one fourths his size, trying his hardest not to fall flat on his face on the ground. This transpired for another few minutes before the owl graciously let go of the sweater, perching quietly on a nearby branch as Token dusted himself off, glaring at it.

“What? Got tired of dragging me around already?” Token sniped.

The owl only looked beyond the trees in front of Token, through the small partitions, looking unusually solemn, and, raising an eyebrow, he trudged closer, leaning against one of the trunks to peer through the crack between the trees.

Nichole.

The forest near South Park housed many secrets, that everyone knew. Every day someone would discover something new inside it - usually by getting lost in it. David, for example, had gotten separated from the group on a nature walk, and had somehow discovered the bones of a long lost dinosaur half buried in the ground. Rebecca and Mark Cotswolds, on the other hand, had walked into a clearing where a sacrifice to some other dark lord or another (”Probably some sort of Lesser God,” Henrietta had mentioned casually, having overheard the conversation) was occurring.

In this instance however, Token and Nichole had discovered a clearing of flowers.

The owl hooted again, and Token looked up. It glided to the left a little before looking back at the clearing, and, following it, he discovered a gap between the trees - big enough for him to pass through if he tried hard enough.

Which he did.

Once he was sure his feet were on solid ground, Token turned to look at Nichole. The girl had her knees drawn up to her chin, her face buried in her arms as she sat among various flowers, the only source of light being the faint glow the moon cast on the whole clearing, illuminating only the girl and the flowers around her. Token could actually recognize a few flowers from when Nichole had pointed them out to him, some time ago - candystick, mountainbells, and even fairy slippers.

The only sounds between them were that of the wind, which whistled through the woods weaving around the two, and the shaky breathing, which Token knew was coming from Nichole.

Approaching her and crouching down by her side, he only put a hand on her shoulder - to let her know that he was there, that he would wait for her to respond to him. At first, she seemed to freeze under his touch, but, moments later, he was relieved to feel her loosening up, though she was still trembling. Once he was sure she knew it was him, he took care to sit down on a patch of grass and not on any of the flowers, and his hand found its way to one of her cheeks, searching, and finding, tears to wipe away.

She was crying.

Nichole let him take her into a warm embrace as she buried her face into his sweater, taking shuddering breaths every now and then, tears soaking into Token’s sweater. He didn’t mind, though - she could cry it all out on his sweater if she really wanted. Running his fingers through her hair, he only held her closer, until finally, the silent sobbing seemed to slow at last, and she began to breathe a little more evenly.

“Better?” He asked her gently.

Nichole nodded slightly, and he sighed in relief. She turned to look up at him with pretty amber eyes, which she then cast back down to the ground, before she whispered, “I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

“I probably made everyone worry,” was her timid reply, and Token only shook his head, holding her closer. “No, Token, I... I just ran off without warning. I’m- I’m really sorry-”

“It’s okay,” he told her kindly, and it was, really. He was just glad she was safe. “As long as you’re safe, that’s all that matters. Though...” His gaze grew concerned. “This does bring up the question... what happened?”

“...” Nichole didn’t speak at first, opting instead to play with the loose threads on his sweater. He indulged her, just that once, and for a few minutes, none of them spoke. They only enjoyed each other’s company among the flowers, faces illuminated by pale moonlight.

“...”

“... hate... fr...”

“What?” Token looked at her.

Nichole didn’t look back at him. “... I’ve... always hated fire. I can never really... stand fire,” She curled closer to him. “It’s... fires of all shapes and sizes... they’re terrifying to me. I can never stand to be around them for long.”

“...” Token only listened intently, a frown marring his face. I’ve... never known this before. In all our years of knowing each other... I didn’t know.

“I’ve never told anyone about this, honestly,” Nichole sighed into his chest. “I just... didn’t think it would come up. Like this, anyway.”

There’s a trembling in Nichole’s hands that makes Token take them into his, running a thumb over her knuckles gently, trying to soothe her. “... You should have told us.”

“I know,” was her rueful reply. “But I just... I don’t like remembering.”

“Remembering...?”

“... Two years before I moved to South Park, I attended a family reunion during Christmas,” She whispered, voice as low as it could possibly be, but to Token it was like she was speaking in her normal voice, with how silent the woods were. “I... somebody didn’t watch one of the candles... it... it spread fast, the- the f-fire, and...” It was here that Nichole’s whole body began to shake. “It was- everything was black- everyone was screaming- I couldn’t-”

Token’s embrace tightened as she began to sob. “It was- they were screaming- I lost- it- I lost half my family- it burned them alive- I-I couldn’t- I was only eight- god, it was horrifying-”

“Nichole. Nichole, please, breathe,” Token whispered fervently, peering into her tear-filled eyes. It didn’t seem like she could see him at the moment, however - reflected in her irises were fires of the brightest orange and red.

Fires that he wished he could take away, if only to bring her the peace of mind she deserved but could never have.

She didn’t deserve this kind of misery, this kind of torment. She didn’t deserve to have it happen to her, of all people - he had thought her untouchable, an angel who deserved nothing less but the good things in life. To have had such a tragedy happen to her, at such an early stage in her life - it was like someone had taken a spoon and carved out a portion of his heart.

It hurt him to see her like this. To see her sad - heartache. To see her in tears - heartbreak. To see her sobbing - agony. Pure, heart-wrenching agony.

Token, for once in his life, didn’t know what to do.

Unable to think of anything else, he held her even closer, engulfing her in a warm embrace that he hoped would take away the pain she was feeling, if only for tonight. He wished he could take on her sadness, her tears - just for her. As she cried into his shoulder, Token closed his eyes, feeling the wetness seep through his sweater and onto his shoulder, but he didn’t care - all he cared about was her feeling better.

She deserved that much.

It would be much, much later, when the moon was at its highest in the sky and at its brightest, when Nichole’s crying would finally cease for real, and as she turned her head so that her cheek instead was resting on his chest, Token thought he might burst with the relief overflowing from him. She was done crying. That meant...

... she was feeling a little better.

“... thanks...” He looked down at her, and she looked back up at him, giving him a watery smile. “... for coming after me, I mean. And... for caring.”

“I love you,” was his only response, as if it answered the unheard question Nichole had put forth - why did you do it?

Her watery smile grew wider. “I love you too.”

You have 1 new messages.

The notification startled both of them, and, shifting a little, Token reached for his phone and pulled it out.

From: taco son

yo toke the bonfires like over now and everyones like goin into their tents n stuff now

“Who...” Nichole sniffed. “Who is it?”

From: taco son

like if u found nic already the girls already have like a tent set up for her to share w annie if she wants

"Clyde,” Token informed her.

From: taco son

were gonna be the ones sharin a tent yeah but like if u guys want to sharea tent instead tell me cause im bebes new messenger boy

From: taco son

annie and bebe say to tell nichole theyre rly worried bout her and that they hope shes ok if u did find her

Token briefly gave Nichole Annie and Bebe’s regards, something that, somehow, seemed to bring a wan smile to her face - something that made Token feel relieved.

From: taco son

so like yea have u found her uve been gone a whiel

“Token...?”

He looked at her. “Yes?”

“... Can we... stay a little longer, here? Just us?” Nichole mumbled. “I... I don’t think I’m ready to go back yet.”

Token looked at their surroundings. The clearing seemed pretty quiet, and safe, and enclosed, for the moment. It didn’t look like anything could get to them in that little spot... “Alright. As long as you feel better.”

“Thank you.”

To: taco son

Yeah. Found her.

The moment he sent the text, a sudden influx of messages hit his phone, making Nichole blink at how fast he tried to read all of them.

From: taco son

B RO BORB OBROBRO B ROBORBOBo h oLp Y shIT HOW IS S HHEEEEEE

From: padawan son

token !! hows nic ?? tell her i hope she feels better cause she looked pretty stressed : ((

From: coffee son

take care of ni c ok even though i k n ow shesin goo dhands with u

From: peruvian son

Tell Nic that were gonna watch Red Racer and Heathers when she gets back because were gonna cheer her up

From: news son

Token! How is she? Is she hurt or anything? Hope you guys get back to the campgrounds safe!

From: fatass

be safe nic

From: Kyle

Hey. If Nichole’s going through something, tell her that we’ll always be here for her. - Kyle yeah shes our friend we want to know shes alright - stan <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 take care nic we love and care for you!!! - Butters and don’t forget safety <3

From: Kyle

That last one was Kenny I’m so sorry oh my God.

From: Bebe

TOKEN TELL NICHOLE THAT ALL THE GIRLS SEND THEIR REGARDS BECAUSE WE LOVE OUR SUNFLOWER SISTER

“Look at this,” Token showed her the messages, smiling. As she scrolled through all of them, he sighed, saying, “They’re all really worried about you, you know. Should I tell them that we’re staying a little longer?”

Nichole considered it, and nodded slightly. “... Yeah. I think... I’d like to just lie down here among the flowers and stare up at the stars with you. Just for now.”

“... Alright.”

To: taco son, padawan son, coffee son, peruvian son, news son, fatass, Kyle, Bebe

I gave her your regards. She wants to stay here a little longer, though. She just needs to feel a little better.

Nichole whispered something into his ear, and he smiled, kissing her temple, before adding to the text one last time.

Oh... and she says thank you. And that she loves you all too.

He pressed send, and then, putting down the phone, he laid down on the grass, among the candystick, among the mountainbells, among the fairy slippers. Nichole followed suit, stretching out next to him, and together, they watched the sky and the stars above.

When he glanced at her, at some point during the night, and saw a smile on her face as she pointed out a constellation, his heart lightened at the sight, and it was then that he knew.

She was going to be alright.

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